hard to get a take-on…

He was hard to get a take-on…figure out…just somethin’ ’bout him wasn’t right…never was the whole time I knew him…he’d act like he was on the verge of sayin’ somethin’ real important and then he’d back down…hold his cards real close to his vest…scared to share what was really on his mind…some kinda phobia maybe…perhaps…

sat in that chair all day long drinkin’ Pepsi…one can after another…watchin’ television…Price Is Right…Live With Kelly…re-runs of old cop shows…had the volume turned-up real loud so he could hear it…voices comin’ through speakers…not matchin’-up with the way the lips were movin’…everything was like watchin’ an old Chinese kung fu movie…didn’t bother him in the least…think he liked it that way…

I’d visit him from time to to time…made sure he was stocked-up on Pepsi…Moon Pies…Mr. Goodbars…I swear he never moved from that chair…old beat-up blue chair…recliner…even slept in it at night…kick the leg rest out and just fall asleep…woke-up with the mornin’ Sun comin’ in behind him…lit up the whole room…train moanin’ in the background…

whole time I knew him he never said anything that would ruffle a feather…nothing of any consequence…just remained quiet mostly…hard to get a take-on…

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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