he thought

              Not to knock it  its a good saying

heldup his hand to bar the sun from his eyes

                                                   Haste makes waste

though not necessarily true

his dear friends Jeff  Jeanine

 

both terribly accomplished terribly wealthy

                                              exceptionally generous

he was a beneficiary a confidante

                                      never turned a blind eye or held his tongue

he was peoplenot obliquely believed he risked their patronage  was their rabid truthteller pulled no punches withheld no outrageous language cunts to assuage their highbrow gilded ways

often attacked their society

    Jeff

         You really ought come out play eighteen with me to better understan . .

. . Your society sounded like he spat

Really Joe, need to be so brusque?

Yah Jeff

         Penetrates your ears your brain better than me being namby-pamby like many of your cohorts concerned not to offend youyour sensibilities

I tell it like it is

 

Haste makes death

Jeff was involved in a horrific auto accident leaving the country club after two eighteen hole rounds of golf with business partners assorted well-heeled constituents  exhaustive negotiations

Jeanine called him

                     Joe. Jeff . .

. . I heard on the news in route to the hospital  Sit downbabe don drive youre beside yourself Ill call as soon as I shakedown a doctor

I can’t. 

Jeanine  Stay put please

                             Please Jeanine

I can’t. she hungup

Jeff was DOA massive head injuries

                                           Jesus

he hoped Jeanine thought betterstayed home he called the house no answer called her cell went to voice mail

Jeanine  Call me

she didnt

she didnt arrive at the hospital

he went to their place

was on their Security list

front door was locked

smashed a window

                     Jeanine  hungup on the railinghalfway down their magnificent curved marble staircase

her blood cascaded down the steps

                                     puddled  in the foyer

 

after the reading of their wills a number of family friends were upset they didnt get enough

several commiserating  were on the large thirdfloor balcony overlooking the grounds behind the house

he stood inside the threshold overhear a kid bitch  kids father stood at his shoulder 

Hey fuck he roared Wanna shut your piehole Yacant Ill come out there an knock the hell out of ya

his father muttered  Over my dead body.

Got a gun

            dropped him with a single punch

kid didnt rush in

no  of course not

                   called the police from his cell

by the time they arrived he was gone

                                        no onewisely  tried to delay him

Jeff and Jeanine left him their place in Vanuatu

they had deep affections for it

                                 shared it together  many trysts

 

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