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Monday, November 15, 2010

Hey! You! Get Out of My Way! Part 12 Enter the 9th Circle

“Fuck you” I think to myself but I don’t say it out loud.  The cigarette smoke circles my head.  It actually improves the smell in the apartment.  The ever watchful cats track my every move.  I flick the ashes into one of the jars filled with yellow liquid and the smell it returns confirms my fears that it’s filled with urine.
Now mind you, this is years before we have the show “Hoarders” or anyone knows about how Howard Hughes lived.  The term we used back then is “Eccentric.” 

“Have you eaten?” I ask him.  “What the fuck do you think?” he responds.  He moves his arms like a spokes model on the Price is Right. “Do you see a skeleton laying here?” he asks spraying spittle into the air.  I can see the top part of his dentures lying within arm’s reach; they have unidentifiable fuzz sticking to them.  “How long have you lived like this?” I ask.  “How long have you been a jackass” he mimics me.
I let out a heavy sigh to signal that he is annoying me.  So many questions run through my head.  What am I supposed to be doing up here?  Why me?  Who takes care of him?  While I am trying to gather my thoughts he takes the cane by his bed and sweeps it across a pile of books sending them crashing to the floor.  “Do I have your attention?” he says and then cackles.  “Toothless old fuck”, I think to myself. 
I look around and take in more of the room.  “Is there anything I can get you?” I ask.  “Yeah, you can get the fuck out!” he adds with his now familiar cackle.  “With pleasure,” I sing, turn on my heel and head towards the door.  I look back at the bed and he shoots me the bird.  “Dear lord, please strike him with lightning” I pray under my breath.
I close the door and lean against the frame.  Inside something crashes against the wall.  It’s very clear that he has thrown it in anger.
I head down the stairs taking them two at a time.  I head past the office and glance in again.  This time someone is sitting at the desk, their head is down but I can see a straw up their nose.  They keep leaning forward and I can see them snorting white powder off a mirror.  They quickly glance up and look in my direction.  I pull my eye out of the crack in the door; I have had enough drama for the night.  Actually, I have had enough drama for several nights.
I continue down the hall and the staff bathroom door opens, about 8 people pile out.  They are laughing and very animated.  I say “Hello,” and keeping heading down.  I get to the door at the bottom of the stairs and I wait.  I begin to slowly count to ten.  I then grab the knob and push the door open. 
The first thing I see is a skanky go-go boy standing on the bar.  His underpants are around his ankles and he is surrounded by men.  He is stirring a drink with his dick.  I hear someone yell out “Now this party’s starting!”
To be continued………………………..

Geoffrey Doig-Marx holds all written and electronic rights to his writting "A Day in the Life". It can not be reprinted in part or whole without his written consent.

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