Previously, Part 15: It’s a Mixed Up, Muddled Up, Shook Up World…
They told me to leave the store at once.
I was fucking pissed, and I got a bit animated.
I immediately called Pokey and went to work for him.
I was back in my element.
Elvis moved to Sharon from Jamaica Plain in first grade and we’d been friends ever since.
We were both usually broke by mid-week.
Elvis had a ‘59 Cadillac Coup De Ville, the one with the long tailfins.
It smelled okay, so I checked the bread for mold, and it was okay, too.
Landscape work will give you an appetite.
When I heard the horn beep I ran out and jumped in the Caddy.
It’s the kinda shit you do for your childhood buddies.
Ellie had an idea.
He wanted us to quit working for Pokey and start painting houses so we could make more money.
His father was a house painter and my grandfather on my mother’s side was, too.
And we got into it.
It took me most of the summer.
I told her I was looking for a cheap studio apartment in the area of Kenmore Square and Northeastern.
The realtor grabbed the keys off one of the hooks, and I followed her upstairs.
Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental…
