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Living in a Pub
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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(quick nap before going for drink with A*****. The dream anticipates the drink)
Meeting A***** for a drink, picking him up in the North of the city where he lives, his building, inside, an inner courtyard, like a shopping mall, we're up some levels, at some distance a bunch of people dressed in kinky attire, obviously there's an event somewhere, I was unaware of any sort of nightlife in the North of the city...
We follow them, down an avenue to a pub in an old building, outside, kink festivities, inside, an old-English styled pub, and a Czech styled diner, antiseptic lighting and tables...A***** leaves me, enters the diner, talks to some woman by the door, they leave together, her bum crinkled and bursting through her knickers, she's an old whore, but I'm too polite to say...her friends are sitting on bar stools facing the door, I enter, ignore them, pretend to not see A***** leaving with his whore...
Alone, outside, dimming light, the kink festivities seem to be wrapping up, now Rebecca, old co-worker from ****'s drops by, we go inside, apparently, in the pub, this is my living space, comfortable, the pub is closed 10:00 PM to morning, that suits me fine. I find a few odd furnishings, this is new to me as well, but I accept it, there are fixtures poking through the floor, this used to be Rebecca's place to live, she's here to collect a few things...and tells me how to make the most of my space, the open layout, it leaves not much room for privacy, there are other people that live here as well...
Joking with her boyfriend, surprisingly slight and small, I pick him up over my shoulders, take him upstairs to hang him over the balcony, scare him a little, there's a green room, a big comfy chair in the center, a rather unsavory black and white guy, they tell me there's no way I'm sitting in that chair...
I leave it for now, I don't need to hang him over the balcony, and I know I'll be catching up to those two clowns and extracting my revenge later...
"Where's G*** ?"
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Conversations
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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...
Dumpster
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- Category: People
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One of our regular customers, a Yosemite-Sam type character, retired millionaire philanthropist, long grey hair and mustache, is telling us about how he was walking through his neighborhood downtown when a homeless man popped his head out of a dumpster, took one look at him and said "Keep Away, This one's mine...". Which would have been my clue that it was time to get a haircut, but when you're rich you don't care...
Mani Del Merdre
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And G, today, coming in to work, confronted by the owner, a customer complained, a dear friend of the owner, J***, G*** was rude, indifferent, clumsy, abrupt...
And it starts...the family-style Italian shouting, screaming match, A***** and I listen, it's insane, it takes me a moment or 2 to figure it out...
G*** leaves. G*** is now unemployed, he quit, the owner fired him, I've seen this show too many times before, it's boring...we're fucked. Fucked fucked fucked.
And throughout the afternoon we're treated to the owner's opinions of what an asshole G*** is, and he is, he's texting the owner, looking for a fight, he's texting J***, thanking him for losing his job for him...
I've got the benefit of all sides on this, G***, "Mani Del Merdre", dropping, breaking things whenever the owner is around, nervous, drunk at 6:00 PM, earlier if he worked the long day, popping out for a joint, hours spent sitting on his ass in the lobby texting his girlfriend, he wasn't making the best of impressions, but we all understand...
...and the bosses nephew is coming back, we're overstaffed, all of us were secretly hoping it would be one of us, sadly it was G***, the one who somehow or another most fit in here...
The day is extra long, we're waiting on the nephew from Italy now to replace him, the nephew assures us he's in no hurry to come back, he's seen the light...
Meanwhile, I've a daughter arriving, need a new vehicle, "pronto" as the Italians would say, and so I'm sticking it out, another month at least, but the writings on the wall...
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