-You stick with her and you’ll be rich, ya dig? Not “I got a two car garage” rich, but the Fuck You kind of rich that means you go to other countries on vacation, not to your momma’s house. Kind of rich that eats steak every night if they want, ‘cept your girl is a vegetarian so I guess you ain’t gone get that.
-Parnell, I asked him, what is the fucking point of having money if I don’t get to eat rare red meat whenever I want?
-Hell I don’t know. Get a different woman then. Get fifty of them. Shit, you’re a young man and you got a roof over your head, food in the cabinet, money on that bank card for beer and anything else you wanna buy. I don’t wanna hear no more about this “I don’t wanna live” bullshit, man. Go cheat on your woman with the first pretty girl you meet at a bar. Go buy a ball of coke and get back to me about all that suicide bullshit. There’s plenty to live for. It ain’t gonna be happiness but it’ll feel good.
I finished the beer I’d bought and he finished one of the beers I bought him
and I gave him five bucks for breakfast and said goodbye
I walked to the door of the building my condo was in and swiped an electronic key at the door to make a light turn from red to green as a lock disengaged then rode an elevator up nine floors
and a few hundred feet away from where I laid my head on a pillow with clean sheets around me
he went to sleep in one of the trees in MacArthur Park the same as he did every night.
I slept in a bed then. I don’t anymore.
-Parnell, I asked him, what is the fucking point of having money if I don’t get to eat rare red meat whenever I want?
-Hell I don’t know. Get a different woman then. Get fifty of them. Shit, you’re a young man and you got a roof over your head, food in the cabinet, money on that bank card for beer and anything else you wanna buy. I don’t wanna hear no more about this “I don’t wanna live” bullshit, man. Go cheat on your woman with the first pretty girl you meet at a bar. Go buy a ball of coke and get back to me about all that suicide bullshit. There’s plenty to live for. It ain’t gonna be happiness but it’ll feel good.
I finished the beer I’d bought and he finished one of the beers I bought him
and I gave him five bucks for breakfast and said goodbye
I walked to the door of the building my condo was in and swiped an electronic key at the door to make a light turn from red to green as a lock disengaged then rode an elevator up nine floors
and a few hundred feet away from where I laid my head on a pillow with clean sheets around me
he went to sleep in one of the trees in MacArthur Park the same as he did every night.
I slept in a bed then. I don’t anymore.
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