Thefts and Robberies…

and i remember Donny in Joplin…a Vietnam vet who walked ’round the country with nothing but a change of clothes and some books in a canvass bag…Moby Dick….Leaves of Grass…Howl…. he’d read from each every day along with literature pulled from the shelves of the local library…sitting in the air-conditioned comfort reading the day away while american workerbees sold widgets…argued cases…took out kidneys…gathered garbage…Donny just read…

in the cool of summer’s evening we’d walk and get coffee ‘fore checking into the shelter at night….Brother Ron made it mandatory to take-in a sermon prior to getting a bed…showed-up just in time every night…just as the chapel doors were closing….but…our talks before the preaching was the real sermon….

haven’t had a drink in twenty years…, Donny told me one night…,had to quit…was gettin’ the best of me…, the wrinkeled Indian confessed…,made me crazy…that’s what booze does…makes you see things that aren’t there…

like what…

men…makes ya’ see men that ya’ think are sleepin’ with your girl on the sly…makes ya’ think your woman encouraged it…

that right…

was for me…came home from Nam an’ I didn’t have anything but an old trailer…barely heated up in Washington…by Spokane…trailer…an’ the books I got in my bag now…,the tanned-man lit a cigarette…always had  books…always…

yea…

yea…she didn’t read much…we just drank…just drank and screwed…neither one of us worked really….odd jobs here an’ there…get us by…

see…

got crazy though…she’d get tired of me an’ tell me to get outta the trailer for a while…tell me to go get more booze…or take a walk…go into town on errands…that’s when it started…

your suspicions…

yes…my suspicions…imagined men comin’ over…some paid for her love…others free…gifts…you know…diamond rings…bracelets…

you saw ’em…

no…never saw a man…a ring…no necklaces…nothin’…just knew…

what’dya do…

left….one night told her I was goin’ out for a bottle…never went back…haven’t had  a drink since…just packed this bag an’ started walkin’…

miss her…

the woman or the booze…

both…

nope…

peace…

yes…I have peace….

good Donny…

yea…come -on…we gotta a go a churchin’….

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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