back in the pink…

he spent his last six bucks on a schooner of beer…tryin’ to feel human again…think it was a Carling…or a Yuengling…somethin’ that slid down his throat and was cold…reminded him of days of mowin’ lawns and rakin’ leaves…a cold beer always tasted good after doin’ work…he missed ’em both…beer and work…

had been on the bum for a couple of years …sold his car for a grand that had quickly dwindled down to the livation in front of him…he’d taken on day labor jobs here and there…but nothin’ stuck…he’d work a day…collect a small paycheck and not show up again till a couple of weeks later…various tasks…sweepin’ warehouse floors…placin’ parts on assembly lines…paintin’ sides of buildings…seperatin’ the re-usable from debris…the quicker he got cash the sooner it was gone…

sittin’ next to him on this night was a salesman from out of town…had gold bracelets with initials on his fat wrists…talked ’bout cleanin’ supplies…his whole life was cleanin’ supplies…various tonics you’d put in steam cleaners…different kinds of soaps…waxes…rub-on…rub-off…his was a custodial dream…to clean the whole world…one dollar at a time…

the merchant talked of women in different towns ‘cross the U.S. …a broad in Peoria…’nother in Milwaukee…a wife at home…spoke of kids… a boy and a girl in middle school…a pet dog named Alfie…Sunday dinners with the in-laws…his life had gone according to plan…

the bum told him his story too…a former life with a wife…a house and a car…used to be a school teacher…taught History…could tell ya all ’bout World War One…delved into the Korean Conflict…chatted on Vietnam…told the salesman that those days were over…couldn’t pull himself outta the gutter this time…lost his clothes…his pride…just didn’t care anymore…was tired of lookin’ for the big pay-off…

down on your luck huh…, the portly salesman asked him…, given up huh…, the bum nodded…, Well…we’re gonna get you back on track…I’m gonna give you…, he turned on his stool…a check for a…wait…have you seen a brown leather jacket…, he asked the bum…were the hell is my jacket…’scuse me…

and like that he was gone…out the door…never to be seen again…it was the night the bum got close…to bein’ back in the pink…

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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