I had just got up,
I had been working, painting all night
So I decided to stagger across the street to get a coffee or one of
the energy drinks.
I look across the street and the my Ecuadorian neighbor is in his window
photographing a guy who just came out the front door of his house.
anyway,
their is a key shop across the street where all kids of guys, middle
aged hangout
I go over there often Italians, Puerto Ricans and Portuguese mostly, 30
to 70 years old guys, drinking fishing, hunting, kind of guys.
The junkie comes out of the house next door to it and is carrying a bag
of something .
I see him leave the house.
One of the guys in the key shop says get him
and we all start running.
No,
let me stop here for a moment........
I have at least least 60 year old body age,
I smoke, drink ten cups of coffee a day.
I hate shoe laces, nothing annoys me more than having to stop and find a
suitable object (one low enough) to put my foot on
and not high enough
to have to stretch any under used muscles......
I have taken to buying sneakers and shoes with out shoe laces
so I don't
have to bend over,
not that I could anyway.
The last time I ran was back in about 1980 the big hair days.
When was listening to Kenny loggins, sing and Neil sedaca belt out
"bad Luck" my favorite song when ,
and donna summer was on her last
leg..
when disco turned sour.....
Ok
so I take to running with the pack,
the other fat old men after two blocks or so
stop running and fall into a sort of stagger lunge motion,
hands akimbo,
panting forward.
kind of like Fred Sanford yelling out for Elizabeth.
you know exactly what I mean
any person of color has either seen or done
the Fred Sanford dance
at least one in their life.
The younger guys,
Puerto Rican’s shoot past us and catch the guy,
junkie
at the three block mark.
Let me stop here, t
these are really really long blocks
I have to make
this clear in defense of my whining
We stagger along
reaching the pack of two young guys now fighting with the junkie in the
middle of the highway.
A crowded high way backed up with road construction,
full of young white
females locked in their cars,
munching lunch time V8 cocktails..
you could see in their faces
the wish to find a job closer to their homes
in the suburbs......
The young guys,
"youth is wasted on the young" catch him...
But
They cant get him to the ground.
My police man takes over.
I get a breath of life adrenaline rushing.
I kick his legs out and put a arm lock on him
almost breaking his arm.
ooooppppppps.
he yells can you believe it, I quit, I quit.
I yell I should kill you
for making my fat ass run
I am laughing and smiling
and everyone around me thinks
I might be sick
including the young guys,
who fight a different way now,
mostly through
video games and wishful thinking
while watching mtv raps.....
where was I
two black female cops pull up
and look down at me sitting on this guys back
I start laughing they start laughing.
Cop humor
only another cop would understand....
they put the now subdued guy in the back of the police cruiser and
return to the scene.
I think I crushed him he will never be the same
everyone forgets about me
me.....left three blocks from home a hero,
no one cares
my leggs hurt
my arms hurt
my face hurts
my ass hurts and
no one cares
yup let to walk all the way back
those three long blocks
wish I was
who was that cop on television
how could throw that nightstick
and take you down
ok forget about it
anyway
I have to walk back to the house
sweating grunting.
moaning
I didn't even have a coffee or cigarette. T
hanks god my oppressors
chose
to remove me from the homeland,
Africa
If I didn’t have
coffee or donuts
and a newspaper
I would simply die...
Anyway
the whole neighborhood came out to cheer,
this is the truth.
The cops were impressed.
I took a aspirin,
for the chest pains
I am sure would come.
I have had anthrax at least twice last week.
You know I am a hypo
I just realized that I
do still have a butt
or at least a few muscles
that use to make up one.
Because it hurts
Hey what happens to the butt when you age,
ok another topic.
anyway,
I proved at least one thing,
I am still mean......
ok now I will have the coffees
and a donut
and remember
why I left the
police force.
a day in the life
of a fat black man
locked into a life of servitude
with a multiplicity of children
and baggage of lost loves and bad life decisions.......
a man who gets his joy
from chasing junkies and
attempting humorous stories
about his exploits
stories which are more often
than not
lost on others....
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