he poured the last of the black
coffee into his mug refilled his
shotglass with another three fingers of whisky
an he
still had the whole day ahead of him a day of examining the feral thoughts that
blindly innocently crept into the light of day outside his skull delicate creeping slugs and snails suddenly exposed to
daylighttheir covers blown who
likes to have their cover blown he hed prefer a blow job
but back to the lacquer of black
coffee alacrity of 90 proof spirit
if he had to assess his own
spirit
well mebbe that number would be prejudiced suffice it to say he was hi-octane
he was flammable
he was intense
he adored
confrontation
his
parentswhile he was a teen in one of several Emergency Rooms warned him to quit
stepping into the fray You had to know you were gonna
get hurt
Yeah So
he worked odd jobs and gave
them the money it was the least he could
do while they cared for him
he wanted them to know he understood
their concern that he appreciated their
-- for lack of a better word -- investment
Investment? his father asked
bugeyed Just exactly what am I investing
in?
Paw Youre holding the fort down until I can get
out of it An I promise Ill be out as soon
as I can I swear
took him until he was twentyhe wasnt
too happy about that
then he was Home Free
completely his own
person
and it was ugly his parents said
he didnt see it that way
he just went along as hed always gone
along
why they didnt see that was beyond
him
he played bigger than he was
fight or flight
not an option
fight
every hill a hill to die on
or get the snot knocked out of
him
snot knocked
and sometimes not
prize fighter didnt win all their
fights
the idea was to win more than you
lost
he couldnt stand the pricks who
saw a lost in the offing and had buddies step in
he remembered them
he made a point of catching them
alone
he may have hit them a couple
more times than were necessary
Awfuck Paybacks a bitch man
so he made a reputation for himself
it was nice when it finally preceded
him
street cred
the street was a good place to
make your name
the street was never kind
it ate its own
So what is it you do? his father
asked
Im just who I am Paw Just who I am
people tatted themselves now they "belonged"
he wore scars
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