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Traitor – 8 April 2015

Posted: April 8, 2015 in Uncategorized





8 April 2015

“Good morning, Chuck. I thought it would be warmer today. It’s colder than yesterday.”

“I know and I sure paid for it last night. Yesterday I didn’t have a blanket wrapped around me. Last night I got to sleep alright, but woke up two hours later with severe cramps in my legs. I took Goldie for her walk, but my legs were still sore. I don’t think I got any more sleep at all.

“Be careful, there’s a guy at the corner with two dogs. Check on Goldie. Is she asleep?”

I said, “Yes, she’s asleep. I’ll make sure I’m standing between the dogs.”

“It’s not as bad as that guy with the two pit bulls. He deliberately crosses the street to confront me, or else he’ll sneak up behind me. He knows that a shock like that could kill me. A couple of women were telling him to stay away from me and he said to them, ‘Shut up or I’ll sick my dogs on you.’ He’s a sick fuck.

“When I was at the grocery store yesterday in my new vehicle a woman said to me. ‘That looks comfortable for you, but where is your girlfriend going to sit?’ I said to her, ‘Come here darlin’. Put the dog on your lap, then you sit on my lap. We can get to my place in no time.’ I thought she was going to cry. She said, ‘You’re such a handsome gentleman.’ Then she kissed me on the cheek.’ That never used to happen to me when I was younger, now my heart is shot, my kidney and liver are no good and I’m strapped to this chair. I was teasing this one woman, a while back, I said to her, ‘Come live with me, I’ll take good care of you.’ She thought I was serious, then I explained about my health. She could see that I’m begging on the street. She said, ‘You know, you had me there.’

“I remember when I was about twenty-two. There was this French guy about nineteen. He didn’t speak much English and I didn’t speak French. We’d always say things to each other. Sometimes we could figure them out, sometimes we couldn’t. One time he said to me, ‘Sucer ma bite pour cinquante cents.’ My wife is French. I said that to her in bed; she through me out the other side.”

I asked, “What does it mean?”

Chuck said, “You don’t know? It translates to ‘Suck my cock for fifty cents.’ I was never good with languages. In school I studied Latin, French. The only thing I remember from Latin is, ‘Ego sum a magnus porcus.’ That means ‘I am a big pig.’ I was never good in science, math, grammar, but I liked poetry and history. In high school we were studying ‘The Merchant of Venice’. One of the questions on the exam was Portia’s ‘Misery Speech’. I remembered it word for word:

“The quality of mercy is not strain’d,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:
‘Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God’s
When mercy seasons justice…

“It goes on from there. I think it took me about seven minutes to write the exam. I handed my paper to the teacher. She took one look at it and wrote, 100%.

“I used to read a lot in school. I read a book on Rocket Richard, although he was a traitor. He was drafted by the army, paid some doctor to give him a 4F rating, so he was excused from military duty. There’s no way that a guy who could play hockey the way he did was 4F.

“In the 1944-45 season, he scored fifty goals in fifty games, but most of the good goaltenders were off fighting the war.

“Then there were the riots. In the March 13, 1955, game against Boston, Hal Laycoe struck Richard in the head with his stick. Richard retaliated by slashing viciously at Laycoe’s head, then punched linesman Cliff Thompson when the official attempted to intervene. Boston police attempted to arrest Richard for assault following the incident, but Bruins officials persuaded them to withdraw on the promise that the NHL would handle the situation.

“Following two days of deliberation, Campbell announced that he had suspended Richard – who was leading the NHL’s overall scoring race at the time – for the remainder of the regular season and the playoffs.

“The mob of over 20,000 people developed into a riot. Windows and doors were smashed at the Forum and surrounding businesses. By the following morning, between 65 and 70 had been arrested. Over 50 stores were looted and 37 people injured. Damage was estimated at $100,000.

I said, “I should go now ,Chuck, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Chuck said, “I may not be here tomorrow. They’re forecasting rain.”