Saturday, July 29, 2006
Anything You Want
An ex of mine moved into an apartment in which an elderly woman had been strangled to death, seemingly by a family member hoping for insurance. My ex got a reduced rate on what I came to refer to as the "Murder Bachelor Pad" and decorated it in Unabomber chic, all trashbags and unhung framed album covers, mostly of Chet Baker, both the Bill Claxton photographs when Chet had a face so beautiful it could break your heart and the later ones, when Chet had a face so heroin-ravaged that it did break your heart. My ex did not fear the energy of the Murder Bachelor Pad because the woman had been elderly and my ex is a rather large man with a large neck and it would take a long time to strangle.
His complex contains a lot of what my ex refers to as "see you on the weekend" Dads, lonely guys who try to chat him up in the laundry room. He's not much of a talker, my ex, so I can only hope they find solace in his vaguely affirmative grunts. He himself does not have children and one of his worst moments was when someone asked him if his kid went to school at the college advertised on his t-shirt. (He takes great pride in his t-shirt collection that includes some very obscure ones and some "dress" t-shirts such as his "Free Leonard Peltier" one and one of Elvis in a turtleneck.) I can see him still, walking amongst the garbage bags and the framed Chet Baker pictures, all at floor level where you can enjoy them provided you don't mind sitting on the floor.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"...Went to college once and can still speak English if there's any demand for it. There isn't much in my trade." Philip Marlowe --The Big Sleep
Drinking CD suggestion of the day -- Cure for Pain, Morphine
Benedictions and Maledictions
Anything You Want
A skinny man who had been dancing around without
a shirt in the back of the bar now shoves his way
into our conversation, now clothed, white t-shirt
hanging from his frame, wife by his side and starts
talking about baseball, his love for it and tears up
when he talks about the Detroit Tigers, God what
a wonderful town right now, do I understand what
he is saying and I nod while checking out the track
marks on his arms and his wife tells me that her
sister took her to Red Lobster and let her use $50
on her WIC car, saying get anything you want.
That's love, she says, and I smile and say, baseball
is emotional and Red Lobster is great, and anything
you want, well you can't beat that and then the game
comes on television and nobody says anything else,
it's the end of something, but what I don't know.