Previously, Part 5: At Least With Moose and Bambi There Was Still Honor Among Thieves…
I wasn’t overly excited about sleeping on a used bed.
I cleared the backseat of the GOAT and left Moose and Bambi’s apartment in Foxboro in a hurry.
When I pulled up, the garbage truck was just two houses away.
It was the first time I saw the house.
He reminded me of a young Jack Nicholson.
Dick’s unquenchable thirst for booze eventually consumed his life and destroyed his marriage.
The second floor had three rooms, each with a locking door, and one bath we all shared.
The second floor had the look and smell of a boarding house.
After work, he spent three hours every night shouting CB codes and lingo into his CB radio.
An unassuming middle-aged married man rented the room next to mine for afternoon dalliances.
He told me it was much cheaper than paying for a no-tell motel on Route 1.
The lesson there was"cheating on your wife doesn’t have to cost a lot of money.
“Unless, of course, you get caught…
I rented the third room.
And he had his own bathroom.
We sprayed the piss out of the box spring and mattress and left with both windows wide open.
I never liked the smell of Lysol, but in this case, it was necessary.
I was in a hurry to break it in, but that had to wait.
Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental…
