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Gun Control 7/16/2014 10:59:40 AM
16 July 2014
As I approached the group in the park I could hear Loon babbling, seemingly to himself, since nobody else was paying any attention to him. Wolf said, “Hi, Dennis, don’t pay any attention to Loon. He’s higher than a kite. I haven’t seen him this wasted since the last time I was at Shark’s place. Joy gave me some good advice, she said -- tell me if I got this right Joy -- ‘It’s not worth the aggravation to get upset. Just ignore him, like I do.’ That’s good advice and that’s what I’m doing.
“I’m feeling better now, but when I woke up yesterday my throat was so sore I could barely swallow. It was a little better this morning. It’s even better since I’ve been here. I’m wondering if I should drink some wine. No, I think that would just give me a hangover.
“Did I tell you that I got two tickets yesterday. I was sitting here minding my own business. I opened a beer and right in front of me were two bicycle cops. They wrote me a ticket. I packed up and moved to the park by the river. I opened a beer and there they were again. They wrote me another ticket. I was pissed off. I said, ‘Jesus Christ, you motherf***ers, I”m heading to the next park up the street. I’ll be there in about an hour. If you want to meet me there you can write me another ticket.’ They said, ‘Wolf, why are you getting upset? We know you don’t pay these.’ I apologized and said, ‘I know you’re just doing your job. I’m just feeling a bit under the weather to day.’
“Loon hasn’t shut up since he’s been here. Do you know what my brother said to him last time he was visiting? Have I told you this story? He said, ‘In Virginia, we have laws that allow us to carry guns to shoot people like you.’ I’ve told you before about the laws down there, haven’t I? Yeah, I think I have.”
I said, “It’s amazing, he doesn’t need anybody to talk to. He has a continual conversation with himself.”
Loon yelled, “Joicey, can I have a light?”
“Loon, my name is Joy, not Joyce or Joycey. If you call me that again I’ll come over there and kick you in the head. Maybe I’ll break your nose like I did last time.”
I asked Little Jake, “How are you feeling? Are you eating now? The last time we talked, you hadn’t eaten for a week. You’d only been able to keep down a bowl of Mr. Noodles.”
“Yeah, I’m feeling better. I’m eating.”
I asked, “How about you, Mariah? It sounds like you’re the only one here that hasn’t been sick.”
“Well, ‘ she said, “I’m in my time of the month now, so I’ve just been staying around home. How’ve you been?”
I said, “I put my back out again, but apart from that, everything is fine.”
Wolf said, “It’s time I was leaving, I’ve run out of beer.’
Mariah’s phone rang, she handed it to Joy. “Hello… are you coming down? So, I won’t see you then… Okay, goodbye. I’ll see you tomorrow then. I love you.”
“He’s going over to that druggie Gilbert’s place. I’ll be able to wave goodbye to him as he goes past on the bus. I’ve told him not to bring that junkie over to my place. Jake said that he’d shoot up before he came and would wait until after he left to shoot up again, but I don’t trusty him. We’ve got a bathroom. Who knows what he’d do in there, behind a locked door.
“Well I should go too, but I need to pee. Is that park guy still around?”
Mariah said, “No, he’s down at the other end. You’re okay behind the bushes.”
When Joy returned we walked toward her bus stop and my work. She said, “The last time I saw Loon that wasted, he started talking really nasty to me. It was just over here near the bus shelter. I punched him in the face, he fell back and split his head open.
