Flashers – 17 September 2014

Posted: September 17, 2014 in Dialog, Prose
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17 September 2014

While on my usual bus to work I noticed a woman with familiar face, walking with a cane. It took a few minutes to remember her name. Then I said, “Hi Chili!”

“Hi Dennis, I didn’t know you lived around here. I live with my boyfriend Spike, just a block from here. It’s handy to the methadone clinic and to school.”

I said, “You’re walking much better. The last time we met you were using a walker.”

“Yeah, I still use a walker sometimes. My surgery is coming up soon, so hopefully after that I’ll be able to walk on my own. I have osteomyelitis that caused a bone abscess. It needs to be opened, washed out, and drained. I may need a bone graft.

“This is my stop. It was nice seeing you, Dennis.”

“Bye, Chili.”

I arrived downtown and met Chuck. “Good morning, Dennis.”

“Hi Chuck, how is your day going?”

“Today is fine. I’m supposed to go to a wedding on the weekend.  I’d like to see my family, but every one will be dancing, smoking and drinking, all the things I can’t do. I think I’m going to give it a pass.

“Seeing Ghyslain down the street, reminds me of two brothers I went to school with. They were really good at track and field, track mostly. They were always racing each other. Then they got into drugs — I don’t know what exactly — but it fried their brains.  They still like to run, but it’s in slow motion, just like when you slow down a movie.

“I used to be on crack. I’d mostly just use it on the weekends. My girlfriend at the time had been an addict for a few years. We snorted back then, using a dollar bill. That’s when they had dollar bills. I started using more and more. You know how it is. One morning I woke up, my head was splitting, I couldn’t remember anything. I decided that I’d had it. She’d given me a key to her apartment. I took it, hung it up on the key rack and, without a word, just walked out. I never went back. A few weeks later I heard that she’d been picked up by the police. The guy she was with was her dealer. She was small and cute, he talked her into taking the rap.  She served seven years.

“I got a joke for you. I’m not allowed to tell jokes about blond women, so this is about a blond guy. Anyway, he’s driving downtown and he gets a flat tire. He pulls over, opens the trunk and takes out these life-size cutouts of two men and sets them up behind the car. They were both wearing trench-coats, holding them wide open, and were completely naked. The guy goes about changing his tire. Meanwhile traffic is slowing down, drivers are shaking their heads and looking at these cut-outs. Soon the traffic is backed up a bout a mile. A motorcycle cop at the back of the line roars up to see the cause of the hold up. He sees these cutouts and asks the blond guy.  ‘What’s this all about?’ The guy says, ‘I’m changing a tire.’ The cop says, ‘I can see that. What are these cut-outs?’ The blond guy says, ‘Doh! Hello? These are my emergency flashers.”


  1. riselikeair says:

    Reblogged this on Rise Like Air and commented:
    Eyes wide open. Lessons on the path of life. The choices we make from small to life changing. Life affirming to life destructing and back again.


    • Thanks for reblogging my post. It is much appreciated. Your words are very appropriate and describe my friends well:

      Eyes wide open. Lessons on the path of life. The choices we make from small to life changing. Life affirming to life destructing and back again.


      • riselikeair says:

        Your posts are always so interesting. I’m glad to reblog and speak of you and your friends often. You do a great service by educating us and helping us learn compassion and empathy where it is certainly needed. Wishing you and your friends well, always.

        Curious… have they read your book or blogs and what do they think about them? You may have touched on this in a blog or blogs I missed.


  2. Your stories always remind me to just take the time to listen. Pay attention. Say hello first. Look people in the eye. Give them a chance to tell their story. Jewels are hidden in the rough every day every where.


  3. Ben Naga says:

    Now that got me laughing. 😀 (The joke.)


  4. sarah-carey says:

    I guess everyone is always fighting their own battle. But it’s inspiring to hear when people have the strength to walk away from a bad situation.


    • I agree with the quote on your blog: “I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken, is broken. – and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.”

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  5. bizzywomen says:

    Oh my goodness! That joke was so funny! I like that. Hope you are doing good. Got to catch up with you. I’ve missed a lot.


  6. dbp49 says:

    I can sympathize with your friend Chuck, I’ve been there a couple times. I always find its better to just take a pass and let those who went fill me in with all their stories later on. It seems to work out best for everybody that way.


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