Posted: August 23, 2013 in Dialog




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23 August 2013

Refreshing is the way some people described this morning, sunny with what could only be described as an early fall breeze. Joy was huddled on her box with her hood pulled up and her hands in the pocket. “I’m fuckin’ frozen. Here feel my hand. I’m shivering so much I can hardly talk.”

I asked, “Have you had any news about Big  Jake.”

“The telephone rang last night. When I tried answering I dropped it. When I picked it up the line was dead. It might have been Jake. I don’t know.”

“Where is he being held?”

“He’s in the hole at Innes Road. I don’t know why they put him there I thought he would have been in P.C/ (Protective Custody) because of his domestic assault charge. He said, ‘I don’t even have TV here.’ Well, I guess not, that’s the idea of  ‘the hole’.

Solitary confinement is a special form of imprisonment in which a prisoner is isolated from any human contact, though often with the exception of members of prison staff. It is sometimes employed as a form of punishment beyond incarceration for a prisoner and has been cited as an additional measure of protection from the inmate or is given for violations of prison regulations. It is also used as a form of protective custody and to implement a suicide watch. ~ Wikipedia

“I was woken up at two-thirty this morning by my upstairs neighbor. He was stomping around. I said to him this morning, ‘By the way, i appreciated the wake up call in the middle of the night.’ He said, ‘Your welcome. The police were at your place twice last week. I didn’t appreciate that either.’ I said, ‘It’s not my fault the police showed up, but there hasn’t been any noise since.’ He said, There better not be, or you’re going to jail. I know some very important people.’ I said, ‘You’re a gardener for the city, you put up snow fences. You can’t do anything to me, and you don’t even want to know about the important people who I deal with.’ When he drove away I slammed my fists on his hood. Mariah heard it and said, ‘You show him, Joy. Don’t take any shit from that bastard.’

I said, “So what do you have planned for the weekend?  You have a comfortable apartment now, you have TV to keep you entertained.”

“I’m just going to stay quiet, but there’s nothing that I like to watch on TV. Mostly I’ve been listening to the radio.

“I got a call from Bell saying that they want me to pay my overdue bill.  I said, “how can I have an overdue bill when I haven’t even got a bill yet. She said, ‘You’ve received a lot of collect charges.’ I said, ‘My boyfriend is out of town. It’s inconvenient for him to use pay phones so he charges it to my number.’ Actually, in the hole, Jake only gets one phone call a day, that’s why, last night  he couldn’t have called back. That’s another reason why I think it was him calling. ‘Anyway, I said to this broad, just send me the bill, then I won’t have to talk to you.’

A man stopped by with a plate of breakfast inside a plastic bag. “You’ll like this he said,  it’s turkey.”

Joy peeked in the bag, “My favorite, sausage, eggs hash browns and toast. Do you want some?  I’ll save this for later.”

“It must be turkey sausage.” I said.

Another woman stopped by and said, “I don’t have any change, but would you like a coffee and something to eat?”

“A tea with double cream and one sugar would be nice, thanks.”

A scruffy looking, bearded man wearing a hat and trench coat stopped and put a handful of change in Joy’s cap. “Thanks, do you want a cigarette?”

“Yeah, that would be nice.”

“How about a coffee, would you like a coffee or something to eat? Here’s a Tim card. Get anything you want. There’s five bucks on that.”

I asked, “Who was that?”

“I dunno, I see him around a lot.”

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