Ohmygawd he grimacedsneered is
this how this is supposed to taste
I suppose so
Tastes like assBobby like ass
Donknow Dont taste good
A rum an Coke Canya fuckup a rum
an Coke
Mebbe the rums not so good Its a well
drink man
Well Mebbe its rum from a well wida dead rat in
itJesus Christ
Yawanme to call the bartender
over
Nana If he were a she mebbe Lets assume this is how a rum an Coke
tastes Its for Bobby I dont know howdahell he drank these
To Bobby
Yah To Bobby
Bobby died of esophageal cancer at 40
he didnt smoke
he couldnt hold his liquor so he rarely
drank
he knew hed die of cancer
they talked about it a little
more often than he liked
he told Bobby a gypsy at a
carnival said hed live well into his nineties
Im takin her at her word
Im takin her at her word
Bobby was born in ’53 during the
polio epidemic in Chicago
they pulled a man and a womanstrangers
out of the waiting room to be his godparents
they baptised him
they administered Last Rites
they were wrong
a week ago Bobby had him come
early to hospital You want to be here before
the nurses rounds he said
Whatimes that
Youre mobile You find out
Bobby was virtually bound to his
bed with all the tubes going in and out of him
Comon Get in bed
The fuck Christmahn How All these tubes . .
.
. Just pushem aside up against me and get in
Yahyah yah A lot
of tubes Bobby
Been a lottah tubes a long time
somehow they managed didnt pull
anything outdidnt chink anything
they
laid side by side
Now wha
Now we wait
Wait
Yah
Were . .
.
. Shaddup Have I ever . .
.
. Yah Yah yahave Ya almost got our
asses kicked after the Sectional game against Notre Dame
Oh yeah But who knew those Catholics would be such hotheads Theyre taught to turn a cheek
Yer da Catholic Yahd know better than me
Youre Catholic
Don mistake doin Catholic girls
as being Catholic
You know their buzzwords You had
your Holy Communion
I aint practicing Too much in my life an thinking doesnt align
with the Church
I believe
I believe ya believe Bobby
I believe in Life after Death
I believe you Bobby
Sssh Shescomin
This is it
Thisisit
What are you two up to said the
nurse as she approached the foot of the bed
You look as happy as clams in their shell
Good morning Vi This is my best friend Joe Joe
Vi Her names Vivian
Goodmornin Vi
Joe What you doing in Bobbys bed
He asked me to an aint a
thing I wont do for Bobby
Wait for it
Bobbys
a pretty special guy
Wait for it
Have
you known each other a long time
He
moved into Norwood in Fifth Ive known
him since that first day of school
That makes you two old
friends
Wait
We
stood up for each others weddings
And youre here now lying in bed with him because he asked you to
Wait for it
Yes Aint a damn thing I wouldnt do for Bobby
Nice meeting you Joe but Im
slipping a little behind in my rounds
Wait
Pleasure meeting you Vi
Vi ran the gamut of Bobbys tubes took
his temperature blood pressure listened to his heartbeat checked her numbers to his chart and silently recorded
themcommitting them among the many many pages
Wait
walking to the foot of the bed readying to leave Vi stopped
Joe Youre friend Bobby has an
issue with his legs being bound under the sheet and blanket Every night he kicks them free and every morning
I have to tuck them in again
N0W
Vi
leaned down from her waist and wiggled vigorously as she pulled on them to straighten
them out she regrasped thempulled them
taut tugging at them several times and satisfied she worked bobbed as she retucked
them under the mattress
Vi had a body on her buxom
narrow waist a real nice flare at the hips
her
efforts worked at her blouse made it yawn
she jiggled
she
mesmerised
then standing upAwright boys Gotta go
she straightened out her blouse
smiled widely Behind on my
round Gotta catch up Joe so very nice meeting you Again tomorrow Bobby
Yah
Vi they both sighed
Vi walked away not unaware they
were watching
they were
her rump looked as if two puppies
were under her skirt wrestling for a ball
Oh my
Yah One of the perks of riding a hospital bed while wait for it
vying
with cancer
they heard a rimshot(or someone
somewhere on the floor dropped a bedpan)
evening,
Monday, 17 1. 17
1254, Twosday,
18 7. 17
Big Head Todd and the Monsters Bittersweet
Erykah Badu Rimshot Intro
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-UnxhKzSwrg
