The regulars all ask, and I try to explain..."The owner...and him...they decided it was time for him to go out into the world...the owner said to him...'here., my son,..take my Maserati...I filled it with gas for you...take my credit card...spend the money as you see fit...I have written the Pope, and received this dispensation for you...return whenever you are able or so inclined..."

Me and A*****, we are both weeping wishing it was us, leaving the family hearth to go into the world and find our fortunes...

The customers, wisely, laughing, they know, don't care, they know the story, they've seen or heard it time and time again...still they'll come back, the suffering and death of fools is their dinner...

Standing outside for a cigarette, the roomate has noticed a small light flickering in the bushes over by the neighbors.

He's noticed it a few times, always comments, he's curious as to what it is...

...finishes his cigarette, goes back inside. 

So it is with most people, curious, but never so curious that they'd think to walk across the street and investigate.

"Just go. You're done. You've been raised. Go. Just go..."

With this it's time to see the boy off to college. The boy, 19 years, more or less, the daughter leaves in 5 days, but the boy, well, we're a little more attuned, he's been around a lot more. And there's the awkward final farewell, coffee, my pleading for a final bottle of Vodka, the last-ditch attempts to empty the apartment of useless shit I'm reluctant to pack up yet again into the locker...he's hung out long enough, other commitments, it's painful, I know, making sure he's set, I can't offer him any of the essentials like food or liquor, but I've a superfluity of ornament, books, cufflinks, gifts for girlfriends he has yet to meet...

"You need any maps to the local gold and diamonds?" I offer...

He mostly declines.

"Whatcha gonna do after?" I ask him, although I know the answer..."Mostly lawyering I think, Pa" he replies. I know, but I'm damned.

He's excited, wants on-the-road-right-now, I get it, I do too, but 5 days left of the daughter and 10,000 days of unpaid bills and expenses and I'm trapped once again. Fucking bloody hell.

She's tripping over her tongue in her attempts to sound clever, using those big words she'd read without trying to sound them out first:

"...it's homo-genius..."

..."...you mean like Michelangelo?" I ask innocently. then, noticing the blank look on her face "You look plerplexed...". If you can't beat 'em...