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9 pm is tallulah's curfew, and she knows that. she hops right in the window right around then every night, & 10 or 11 is lights out. bbc's on til 12, then the hadith, and then you ass best be asleep cause there's nothing to listen to thereafter. in the morning i'm up early. tallulah sits on the tub-edge while i shower, on my shoulder while i shave. good puddy.

it's always 115 degrees, every day cloudless, dry as a dustbin. so dry i cringe a little when i light the first cigarette of the day. do a couple knee-bends, situps, pushups before i resolutlely cross the parking lot over to the gym, otherwise i'll just start drinking before. before the day proper, you know. work out a little, swim. 45 C, like yesterday and tomorrow and before you were born.

aziz comes every thursday morning at 10, so i make sure i'm at the gym before then because i know he'll be back around 2, and i can't have that shit in my house at 10. fuck up my whole day. it's bad enough at 2. back from the gym, i hear the buzzer, hey aziz, i hand him the money and my drycleaning and he gives me a quart of sid. i swear it's not 45 seconds before i've made that first drink, and not a minute and a half before the second.

aziz is concerned about me. one day he's bringing my shirts back he says, hey mista j, why you have that so many every week, and he makes a drinking gesture. i say, and i wish i hadn't because i was trashed, i said why do you put your ass in the air and pray five times a day aziz?

he looked at me with incredible sadness and handed me my shirts and a bottle of sid. before i left the country, i gave him some money and my VCR and he asked me if i would help him and his family come to america. i said sure of course aziz.

i didn't. because i was a drunk and a drug fiend, and i was broke, and i kept attempting suicide, and blah blah woof woof. no good reason. but now, these several years later, i'm thinking maybe i have redeemed myself. i called him the other day, and he said they're all ok, but - and he whispered - like they can't hear you if you whisper - could i still help him.

i said check me in two weeks, because if bush is (re)elected, a guy just might be better off in riyadh.





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J


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The following comments are for "riyadh"
by mercer102

riyadh
This rant read more like a poignant little story. I really enjoyed this. The Bush comment at the end was funny but it would have been better without it! I love your writing and your style!

( Posted by: arc [Member] On: October 26, 2004 )

oh arc
sorry you missed the point. i was so much better off there with my little cat under the 115-degree heat than under the cold stare of john ashcroft and his pinhead boss.

( Posted by: mercer102 [Member] On: December 2, 2004 )

deja vu

I read (and quietly appreciated) this once pre-election and here I am again.

To make amends:

Thanks...

Thanks again


s

( Posted by: drsoos [Member] On: January 18, 2005 )





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