Sunday, August 1, 2021

notes from the waterfront

 Bill lives at Dave's house, dates his mulato daughter... went to alternative school in Windham with Mikey... worked as a form carpenter, foundations, concrete. Drank too much, got hurt and started taking pain killers, moved onto Oxy, moved onto heroine, convicted of aggrivated assault on a drug dealer, spent 2 years at Warren. When he got out, found his girlfriend had left him, his friend had sold his vehicles, his tools had been stolen. Wants to get his head up, buy back some tools, get back to construction. Worked as a mover for awhile.

 Opened up to me on the second day. "Only people in Windham are Skinners and Rats... (pedophiles and snitches). Skinners do hard time. The other inmates abuse them. Brian was labeled a skinner because he stayed in his cell and read. "The inmates and the guards hated me and I hated them. Hard time."

 The brakes were fixed on the forktruck. Watching Skully do donuts with a full exacta of fish on the forks, skidding on the slimy floor, screaming like a cowboy on a bucking bronco, Ralph said, "Well Skully's got brakes. All he needs now are brains." 

Story about coaching Ralph to ask for a raise and how to deal with the rejection and the ultimate success when he got it. Story about Skully's tote. 

Sent down to spy on the competition. if they were receiving a pogie truck that was promised to us. sent to run an errand across town. felt like I had been promoted until I was told that I was the only one with a license... 

My position as a coffe bitch. Skully calls from his forktruck across the shop to ask me to bring him his coffe which is closer to him than to me. I threw up my hands in disbelief as the crew laughed, then I got him his coffee. Later when the crew was all around the desk I yelled across the floor to him and told him to bring me my soda... which was arms lenght from me on the desk... they all laughed. 

Skully was showing off his numerous scars and stitch marks. " 54 here from a bar bottle at Ricky's... 26 here from a pool que at Bubba's... 2 in my eye lid from a fist... Not to be left out I showed him my surgical scar on my neck from parotid surgery... He said, Where'd you get that..." I lied "Knife fight... New Orleans". My stock went way up...

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