Sunday, December 22, 2013
told her to kill me. She held the gun in her hand the longest time. I
asked her for a sweet dead pact. She didn’t want. I said one of us had
to die. She said no. I beat my head on the wall. She talked me out of
it.” “Then what happened?” “That was months ago---after you left. She
finally married one of the sailors, dumb sonofabitch has promised to
kill me if he finds me; if necessary I shall have to defend myself and
kill him and I’ll go to San Quentin, ’cause Jack one more rap of ANY
kind and I go to San Quentin for life---that’ll be the end of me. Bad
hand and all.” He showed me his hand. I hadn’t noticed in the excitement
that he had really suffered a terrible accident with his hand. “I hit
Louanne on the brow on Feb. 26 at six o’clock in the evening the last
time we met and the last time we decided everything. Now listen to this:
my thumb only deflected off her brow and she didn’t even have a bruise
and in fact laughed, but my end, my thumb got infected and a poor-ass
doctor made a bad job of fixing it and finally I had a touch of gangrene
in it and they had to amputate a cunthair tip off the end.” He
unwrapped the bandages and showed me. The flesh, about half an inch, was
missing under the nail. “It got from worse to worse. I had to support
Carolyn and Cathy Ann and had to work as fast as I could at Goodyear Tire Company hauling big hundred pound tires from the floor to the top
of the cars. I could only use my good hand but I kept banging the bad
one. I broke it and they reset it and stuck a pin in it and it’s getting
all infected and swoled again. All these heebyjeebies!” he laughed “and
I’ve never felt better and finer and happier with the world and to see
little lovely children playing I the sun and I am so glad to see you my
fine gone wonderful Jack and I know, I know everything will be
all right.” He congratulated me on my thousand dollars, which was no more
now. “We know life; now Jack, we’re growing older each of us little by
little and are coming to know things. What you tell me about your family
I understand well, I’ve always dug your feelings and now in fact you’re
ready to hook up with a real great girl if you can only find her and
cultivate her and make her mind your soul as I have tried so hard to do
with these damned women of mine. Shit! shit! shit!” He yelled. And in
the
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