I got a brass bed from my brother who bought it second hand off someone on the South Shore. I slept in that bed until four in the afternoon, when I would wake up and watch Oprah. After the six o'clock news it was Entertainment Tonight and time to get on my feet. Cups of instant coffee. What to eat? Something cheap and heavy. Buy bread and cretons? Kraft Dinner? Is there any margarine left? Make some calls; somebody is going out drinking for sure. I'd buy a pitcher and sit in on a few rounds hoping it would never come back around to my turn. Maybe a 99 cent slice of pizza, if somebody's buying. A half hour walk home and back into the brass bed. Sleep through the hunger, hangover, the thoughts of disappointing everyone who is doing so much to support me. Wake up and watch Oprah.
When it all finally fell apart as I'm sure I knew, or hoped, it would, my meager belongings dispersed among family and friends, the bed was sold to a blonde girl whose father owned one of the biggest cattle ranches in Canada.
Love this little story. So good I wish it were longer, though it does sum up the situation and lazy, hazy mood pretty well. I'm currently in a 'doing nothing' Brian Wilson-stage too so I can totally relate to this. DaveD
ReplyDeleteThanks Dave. Here's hoping you're current phase is at least partly by choice. Watch out. Time flies when you're lying in bed hiding from the world.
ReplyDeleteGreat story. Reminds a bit of that short story on the back of the Warehouse: Songs and Stories album. Paints a picture and makes you feel you're there. Hard to find a good 99 cent slice these days. Impossible, really. It's always some silly combo for $6.99. Does that mean the drink is 6 bucks? One time I woke up around 6:30 pm, the sports with Ron Reusch was coming up on Pulse News. Got up, went to a Chinese Buffet. I must have been a high roller.
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