11 May 2012
The sun was shining this morning and Joy was in better spirits. I said, “I see that you don’t have V with you today.”
“This morning Chuck said to me, ‘V needs to go out for a pee.’ I said to him, ‘Dude, she’s your dog. It was you that wanted exercise, so you walk her, you feed her, you train her, or you get rid of her.’ I was so angry yesterday that I didn’t say more than five words to him.
“I’ve got to get away from Chuck. He woke me up at twelve-thirty in the morning with the sound of him smacking his lips as he ate. He’s always swearing, it’s pussy this, asshole that, blow job something else. I said to him, ‘Dude, if you want any woman to come anywhere near you, you need to do something about your hygiene, and brush your teeth.’
“He’s a redhead, as you’ve noticed. I’ve never liked the smell of redheads. Even after he showers, he has an odor about him.”
I said, “I was talking to Luther yesterday. I’ve met him, on at least four previous occasions, where we talked at some length. He had me mixed up with a priest; a radio talk show host; a judge, before whom he’d appeared; and a guy, in some bar, who ignored him.”
“Yeah, I talked to him yesterday. I found that he was acting weird. That’s what happens when you drink Listerine and rubbing alcohol, and the smell stays with you for days. He came on to me, he said, ‘Joy, I’ve always found you attractive. Since Jake is in prison, do you think we could get together?’ I said to him, ‘Dude, I’ll tell you the same thing I told you last time you asked me that. No, never, nada, it’s not going to happen.’
“I saw Shakes, Fran, and her asshole boyfriend yesterday. Did you see her eye? It was bruised and nearly swollen shut. That’s why she was wearing the shades all day. She said, ‘I fell.’ I said to her, ‘You’re talking to a woman who was beaten on a regular basis. Don’t tell me that you fell. I know what a bruise from a punch looks like.’ Then she admitted that he’d hit her. It’s a shame she’s such a sweet girl.”
I said, “I’ve heard people say that they ran into a doorknob.” Joy laughed, “Yeah, you’d have to be on your hands and knees for that to happen.
“I have to see Buck, so I may see the guys this afternoon, maybe not. Lately, I’m turned off with all of them. The only one who doesn’t try to touch me is Chuck. Jacques is the worst. He said, ‘Little one, why don’t you come over to my place. You could even spend the night.’ I said, ‘No, dude, I’m not interested.’
“I have to pee again. That’s another reason I can’t have a dog here. I can’t just leave her here alone while I go to the restaurant to use their washroom. I’m going to leave soon, so will I see you at lunch?”
“I’ll be there. If you’re there fine if not, that’s fine too. Do what feels good for you. Take care of yourself first.”
…
At noon the sun was still shining, I didn’t wear a jacket, but found it a bit cool with the wind. The first person I saw was Serge. He said, “You know, yesterday on Parliament Street, I thought I saw you. I went up to shake your hand, but when I got up close It wasn’t you.”
I said, “There must be someone else in town that looks just like Kenny Rogers.”
“Like Kenny Rogers, yes.”
When I got to the lawn, there was a big crowd. The first to approach me was Hippo. “Dennis, how you doin’?”
“I’m good Hippo, how about you.”
“You know, I’m okay, I’ve been around. I found this lawnmower. It was just sitting there. It does mulching, side discharge or rear bagging. It runs. I started it, but it ran out of gas. I’m going to try to sell it.”
I met Juan, who I haven’t seen before. He was wearing a cowboy hat with plastic flowers around the brim. He said, “I have my name tattooed on my wrist in case I forget it. I’m sixty-five and my memory’s not so good.”
“I’m sixty-five as well,” I said. “I have difficulty remembering names, so I may have to check your wrist the next time we meet.”
“I go to a lot of Karaoke bars. I love to sing. I was in the Pro-Life parade yesterday. I don’t have an opinion, one way or the other, but I love to sing and dance. They had some great music.” He moved on to talk to Joy. They’d met before.
Larry said to me, “I see you’re having problems with your leg.”
“Motorcycle accident,” I said. “I had seven breaks in my right leg. I have a steel rod from my hip to my knee.”
“Do you still ride?”
“No. Do you?”
“I’ve had a lot of problems, starting when I was nine months old. I’ve got a bad back. I had learning difficulties in school. I have some mental problems. Now, I’m alcoholic.”
Joy came up to me and said, “Dennis, could you do a big, big favor for me. I know it’s your lunch hour, but I owe Bert forty bucks and he’s watching me like a hawk. If I give you the money could you buy me two bottles of Imperial sherry from the liquor store on Yonge Street? It’s seven forty-nine a bottle.”
“Sure, no problem.”
When I returned, the group was standing on the corner of the street. Joy motioned to me in the direction of the lawn. “Police!” Joy whispered, “Someone yelled six up (the police are nearby, so whatever you are doing that is illegal you’d better hide it) and everyone took off. Most, because they were carrying either liquor, pot, pills, or cigarettes smuggled from the U.S.”
“Most of the cigarettes come from the American side of the Akwesasne Mohawk Territory, the reserve straddling the borders of Quebec, Ontario and New York state. The cigarettes are removed from their packages and put in clear resealable plastic bags. Natives, or someone driving for them, will load the trunk of their car with illegal cigarettes for sale in other parts of the province or central Canada. Legal cigarettes would have a government seal on the packaging to prove that Canadian taxes had been paid, and they’d have a cancer warning.” (Wikipedia)
Everyone from the lawn relocated to the low concrete wall at the edge of the park. I talked to Irene. “The cops were just talking, they didn’t take anyone away. When I was leaving, the woman cop said to me, ‘Don’t forget the bag with your beer.’ Actually, I’d hidden my beer, but I had cigarettes in my pack. Since I’m native I’m allowed, but it looks suspicious having them in clear plastic bags. I’d just say, ‘I bought them at the mall.’ You can get anything at the mall. Right?” (The mall is a meeting place where illegal substances, and services, aren’t regulated by the chain stores or the law.)
There was sadness as the news circulated that Dennis ‘Fingers’ had passed away. The regulars had known and loved him for over fifteen years. I never met him, but I know that he will be missed.
Joy, V, and Chuck we’re sitting together. V snuggled up to Joy. “Now you’re being friendly.” Joy reached around to pat him and V bit her arm. “Did you see that? He bit me. He bit one of my regulars yesterday.”
Joy said to Chuck, “Why are you being so cheesy?”
“Oh, now you’re going to talk to me. You haven’t said more than five words to me since yesterday.”
“So, why are you in a bad mood?”
“I’ve only had a six-pack of beer this entire week. I’ve got no pot, no money, nothing to drink.”
“We’ve got pot.”
“You mean, you’ve got pot.”
“I mean, we’ve got pot and I’ll buy you some beer later. Now, stop pouting. Do you want a sip from my bottle?”
“That goof, no thanks.”
“It’s just watered down, it tastes the same.”
“I got a bottle coming.”
“If you’d get your sorry ass out of bed in the morning, you could come down with me and make some money.”
“I will tomorrow.”
“I’ll hold you to that. Come four-thirty I’m going to be flipping the lights on and off. I’ll be yelling, “Chuck, get the fuck up.”
Two young women came by from the Salvation Army. Joy said, “I hate those bitches, especially the blonde one. When I was sleeping behind the dumpsters, behind Starbucks, with Jake. Trying to bathe in the washroom of the restaurant. They said to me, ‘We can’t help you, because you’re not a man.’ They helped Jake. They helped Irene and they helped Loretta. I think it’s because Irene is native and Loretta is Inuit. I don’t have my status card that says that I’m Metis.”
Loretta came over. She is a small pleasant woman, always polite, always smiling even though she has no teeth. Joy said, “You talk to that bitch.” Loretta said, “Sheena? I have to, she’s my worker.”
Joy said, “The Salvation Army is the biggest fucking organization in the country and they do nothing. That blonde one is the worst. You see, she stays away from me. She knows what she’ll get.” Joy bared her teeth, hissed, snarled, and gnashed her teeth at the woman. “Of course, if I hit her I’d go straight to jail. She’d better keep her distance.”
Loretta said to Joy, “I heard that you’re getting your own place. Would you like a roommate?”
“That would be great. I would have asked you, but I thought you were still with your old man.”
“No, I kicked him out. I said, ‘Until we can go for six months without an argument, I don’t want to live with you.’
“Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’m so looking forward to moving in with you.”
I thought they were going hug each other, jump up and down, and scream, but that may have been seen to attract too much attention, especially with the police so near. They were parked on the curb, near the lawn to see if people came back.
Joy said, “It will be so nice, for a change, to have a place that smells feminine, instead of one that’s full of men’s farts.”
I said, “Oh, I forgot, women don’t fart.”
“Not as much as men do (it’s been scientifically proven that men and women fart the same amount), we don’t pee on the toilet seat, or leave the seat up.”
“Women rule!” I said.
“You got that right, mister!” said Loretta.
“Joy said, “I just know that we’re going to get along great. There are none of these other women that I’d want to share with, and definitely none of the guys.”
“My boyfriend won’t even be sleeping over.”
Joy said, “I don’t care if he does. With Jake in prison, I can’t see anyone staying over with me, except perhaps Outcast.”
“Aren’t you worried about him stealing from you?” I asked.
“I’ve nothing to steal, except my bed.
“I’ll go to the Mission tomorrow to see if there are any listings.”
“I’ll go to the Shepherd,” said Loretta. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” then she walked away. Joy said, “You know, she reminds me of myself when I was with Jake. I was always saying, ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.’ With Loretta it’s, ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you.’ I’ll have to get her to stop that, it’s getting on my nerves.”
I said, “I’m glad to see you happy, Joy. I’ll see you Monday.”
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