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6 July 2015

“Hi Chuck, you were away for a while. Did you enjoy your vacation?”

“It was god awful. They treated me like a goddamned prisoner. I wasn’t even allowed to go to restaurants. They said, ‘No Chuck, you must save your money.’ They brought meals to me, but it was stuff I wouldn’t feed my dog. There was nothing really wrong with it, but I don’t eat Mexican stuff. I just don’t like it. One day they brought me two hamburger patties that they’d barbecued. They’d probably sat around for a couple of hours, wrapped in tinfoil. I was told to heat them in my microwave. There was no ketchup, not even a bun. On top of that, on the way home their car broke down. I had to phone my son to come and get me. The first thing I did when I got home was go to a restaurant and ordered a thirty dollar meal. I have to eat.”

I asked, “was there anything good about your vacation?”

“Not a single thing. If it happens next year, I’m going to set some rules. Either they follow them, or I don’t go.

“I can’t even bring my vehicle downtown. The last time I did I caught some crack-head trying to open the door. He said, ‘I just wanted to sit inside to see what it was like.’ Those guys will steal or wreck anything they can get their hands on. It’s just the way they are. Anything for the next hit. I was so pissed off I was ready to take a drink. I could handle a drink or two, the problem is I’d want a smoke. I can still remember the last smoke I had, at least I remember starting it. I woke up in hospital.  It was after the dragon boat races seven years ago.

“The last time I drank, believe it or not, it was with a bunch of cops. I was sitting on the steps to a tavern I’d come from.  A guy walked up and asked me for a smoke. I said, ‘Sure.’ and I handed him one. He looked at it and said, ‘I’m an off duty police officer. This is a native cigarette. These are illegal unless you can show me your Status Card.’ Of course, I couldn’t. I said, ‘Okay you got me.’ Then he said, ‘I’m also a judge. I sentence you to come inside and have a drink with us.’ I said, I only brought enough money to have two beer, that I drank, and bus fare home. He said, “Don’t worry about that, the drinks are on us.’ I told them joke after joke until the place closed down.

I asked, “How is Goldie, now. Is she eating okay?”

“Yeah, she’s eating okay. I’m just checking to see that she hasn’t been rubbing her incision, but it doesn’t look like it.”

I asked, “Did you attend that Panhandler’s Union meeting that you told me about.”

“No, I forgot all about it. I was going to go on strike Friday and I forgot that as well.”

 

 

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