Mini-Me – 3 October 2014

Posted: October 3, 2014 in Dialog, Prose
Tags: , , , , , , , , , ,

.

the-eminem-show-cover-big

.

3 October 2014

“Here’s some plastic, Dennis,” said Outcast. “Have a seat. So how’s your week been going. You should see Alphonse, he must have done a face plant somewhere. He’s a mess. Speak of the devil, here he comes. Hey, Alphonse! What happened?”

“I kissed the street. Apparently… apparently, I was going down the stairs over there and I fell face first.  I think I broke a rib.”

Hey Alphonse!” said Nick. “Do you remember seeing me last night? You were with your woman, Magdalene.”

“I remember seeing her yesterday, but I don’t remember seeing you. In fact, I don’t remember anything after seven o’clock.

“Magdalene is a bitch. Do you agree with me André? She’s a bitch.”

“She can be, if she wants to…” replied André, “so can all women.”

Alphonse continued, “She wants power. That’s what she wants. She’s vicious, as well, and she likes to fight.

“Dennis, can you spare some bus tickets. They’re not for me, they’re for Magdalene. She’s always going places…going here, going there.”

“Thank you, my friend.”

“How have you been, André?” I asked.

“I was on my bike and I got cut off. My thigh hit the top rail of that metal fence. I could hardly walk for a couple of days. Apart from that everything is fine.”

“Jacques was looking at the sweat shirt worn by a woman sitting across from him. “What does that say? Do you read it from front to back, or from back to front. Is it EMINEM OR MENIME?”

 André said, “I think it’s Mini-Me.”

Jacques continued. “I hear that next month, all of our checks are going to be direct deposit. That’s okay for me, but for some, who don’t have bank accounts, it’s going to be a problem. Some people don’t use their real name. It’s going to be hard for them.”

Alphonse asked Jacques, “Can you give me a gram. I’ll pay you tomorrow. You know I’m good for it. I always pay my debts.”

Alphonse asked, “Dennis, how long have I known you. Is it five years?”

“I think it’s four, Alphonse.”

“Four years…I’ve known these guys for a lot longer. I don’t know how long it’s been. It’s nice to have respect. They know they can trust me. We’re family.

“I respect my mother. I help her whenever I can. I take my hat off when I eat, because that’s what my mother taught me.”

Outcast asked, “What is it with all these restaurants closing at nine o’clock. I had to walk two miles to find one open. I bought a chicken and a roast beef sandwich. When I got home, I passed out. I ate the chicken sandwich in the morning and was sick as a dog. It must have been because of the mayonnaise. I forgot to put the sandwiches in the fridge. I was puking my guts out. I threw away the roast beef as well. That was a waste of fifteen bucks.”

Francois was getting up to leave. He shook hands with everyone and handed me a five dollar bill. I asked, “What’s this for.”

“You gave me a meal card a couple of months ago.”

“Thanks, Francois”

.

Comments
  1. thedreamings says:

    This conversation is a gem!

    Like

    • Yes, I agree. It’s typical of the conversations we have. Someone always seems to have an injury, some borrow, some lend, overall it is usually very entertaining. They take care of each other. That in itself is admirable.

      Like

  2. Kurt Struble says:

    as usual … raw, interesting, a world unseen made seen, real people sweet with demons, outsiders beautiful in their own way … ks

    Like

    • Hi Kurt, thanks for your comment. It’s unfortunate that these people are treated like outsiders. The rest of humanity is in such a rush all the time, if they would just stop and chat for a while, they could be part of this unseen world.

      Like

      • Kurt Struble says:

        they ARE sweet with
        demons, aren’t
        they … i always acknowledge them … they seem
        shy that anyone on the ‘outside’ would
        care to enter their
        world even for a
        brief
        moment … once they see you not as a
        threat they open up with all of their twisted
        logic and sad tales … you see the
        pain on their
        faces but often not in their
        eyes … poor disadvantaged
        humans devoid of
        parental love or addicted to the only
        comfort they know … self medicating their
        schizophrenia or
        worse … resistant strangely … to efforts of
        kindness we would think appropriate in our
        world … seemingly content to live in
        theirs … pain and torment are all they’ve ever
        known … my brother is
        schizophrenic … i can spot them a
        mile away … at times they seem to have a
        kind of 6th sense which i’m always
        mystified by … if they could harness their
        imaginations what interesting parallel
        lives we could see … but then …
        this is what you have so
        generously given to
        us … ks
        see

        Like

  3. This moment of dignity brought to you by Francois and Dennis. Thanks, Dennis; another one that pulled a heart string or two.
    -Robyn

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.