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Sunday, October 19, 2014

All the Nuts aren’t with The Pancake’s Part 26

The full brunt of the AIDS epidemic is about to wipe out millions of people. It has already sickened, weakened and killed several in our community. 

Everyone is afraid of getting it. Every day we hear a different version of how it spreads. People stop shaking hands and every head cold gets diagnosed as AIDS. We feel as if there is a time stamp on our lives. 

The world would like us to go away.

The cop steps forward, opens his book, clicks his pen and with the toe of his boot, nudges Chris.

Chris is somewhere between out cold and hanging on. He is groaning quietly.

“Can you get him out of here?!” George asks a little to loudly causing Bill and me to jump. George is looking directly at the cop.

“I’m not touching him without a ten foot pole.” Says the cop as he continues to nudge Chris with his boot.

“But you’re going to kick him?” Bill hisses in my ear.

A long low groan escapes Chris.

“He looks pretty fucked up,” responds the cop rolling Chris onto his side with the help of his boot.

Chris is coming around and begins to sob.

“How did he end up here?” the cops asks as he puts pen to paper.

“He needs to be taken to a mental ward and locked up, not kicked around on the sidewalk!” Screams Bill stepping forward.

“Hold on Miss,” the cop says raising one hand.

“My partner has called an ambulance and since he’s not dead, we have to wait for the ambulance to get here.” “So if we have to wait, so do you.” The cop then asks if there are any statements we would like to make.

George begins to massage his wrist with his hand before blurting out,

“This kid is a hustler, a crook and a thief.” “You need to come see what he did to my house!”

George presents the front door with one arm.

“Nope, I don’t.” responds the cop as he writes.

In the distance a sound of an ambulance can be heard.

It is clear to me that I have to move, now, far away from this place. In two weeks I am on my way to Boston.


To be continued…

Geoffrey Doig-Marx holds all written and electronic rights to his writing "A Day in the Life/Down the Rabbit Hole". It cannot be reprinted in part or whole without his written consent.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

All the Nuts aren’t with The Pancake’s Part 25

The police siren grows even louder and within moments we can see the car coming down the street. Chris is laying face down on the sidewalk; his ass is still in the air as the police car screeches to a halt in front of the house. George steps back onto the front steps crossing his arms.

The police turn off the siren but not the lights. The lights bathe over George and Chris and make them appear to flicker. A minute passes as the police car sits there with it’s light’s flashing. I can see two policemen reflected in the glass of the windshield, as they remain sitting in the front seat.

Chris is barely awake and moaning once again. Bill and I stand slightly back in the vestibule, just out of sight of the police. George still stands at the top of the stairs; his arms still crossed as he slowly begins shaking his head from side to side. It looks as if George is saying “No, no, no,” in slow motion.

Chris is now moaning louder and begins to rock himself back and forth. His body teeters and then falls on its side. He kicks his legs as if he is running.

Chris looking like a beaten dog begins to piss himself. “Oh for Christ Sakes!” Bill hisses to me. “What a goddamned drama queen!”

I don’t move. It’s too late to stop this, to take this back and to make it stop. My heart begins to break as I realize that this is something that I alone have caused. It was a simple ingenious plan that got out of hand fast.

The passenger side of the police car flies open and a rather large, well fed cop uses the doorframe to help him get out. After wiggling and squeezing his body out of the car, he stands there red faced and breathing hard. The driver stays inside the car.

“Afternoon Gentlemen,” the fat cop announces then giggles as if reconsidering his “gentlemen” statement.  The cop takes three steps forward. “What’s going on?” The question is asked to no one in particular.

Chris spits out large amounts of blood from his mouth. The cop looks at him, makes an “Ugh,” sound before looking up to George. “Does he need an ambulance?”

“Oh no,” he’s fine responds George. Snot bubbles out of Chris’ nose and mixes with the blood.

Loudly sighing, the cop walks back to the car, leans in and grabs a pair of rubber gloves. The cop’s head pops up and looks at George “Does he have AIDS?” the cop asks. “Because if he does, then we have to suit up.”
George shakes his head “yes.”

“Fuck me,” the cop snaps back at George. “Do all of you have AIDS?” the cop asks.

Bill grabs my arm. “What the fuck?” “He’s not allowed to ask that!”

“No, “ George responds with a sigh.


To be continued…

Geoffrey Doig-Marx holds all written and electronic rights to his writing "A Day in the Life/Down the Rabbit Hole". It cannot be reprinted in part or whole without his written consent.

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