7
and Albatross
It
was snowing
And
I had to meet a guy at 6am at dead end Thyme street off Albatross next to the
vacant used car lot, right below 7.
Meet
a guy who worked on the street crew,
a
guy who was putting in one of my jobs.
He
sounded concerned.
“Urgent”,
he said.
When
we hung up, I had a drink and went to bed.
“I
brought coffee,” I said, getting into his car.
“You
sales guys always deploy the refreshments. Why is that?”
“To
mask the murderous vibe of the meeting,” I said.
“You
said it,” he said. “Those fucking guys’ heads were spinning around. You lipped
off to mob guys. Jesus, all that fruit on the table. Are you crazy?”
“So,
why are we here?”
“I
think I talked them out of killing you. The only reason you walked out of there
was you were signed out to that trailer.”
“Thanks
for saving my life.”
“You
don’t get it. You might be in trouble.”
“Life
is trouble. But really, thanks.”
“You’re
welcome.”
Snow at 6, and the holidays have passed.
John Harold Olson - Is a retired Special Education teacher in Las Vegas. Transitioning to being a hospice volunteer.
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