The weather turned again. The sky has become a grey slate, punctuated occasionally by an off-color sun that brings no warmth. My hand, sliced open when I was taken by surprise, is almost fully healed. I wear gloves most times when out in public in order to hide the radish hued scar that runs parallel to the lifeline on my palm. A trick of circumstance that causes me to smirk or grimace, depending on my mood. If anyone asks, I just say I’m taking extra precautions because of the pandemic. Folks just nod…
The apartment complex where I live is probably 50 years old or so-there are washing machines in the rooms so all the laundry is done in the basement. And I got to thinking that maybe the laundromat on the edge of downtown might be a spot to spend some time…observing. I’ve started making it a habit to head down there on Saturdays, do a load, read a paper and just watch. It was nestled in the middle of a two story strip mall and had some apartments up above. There was an empty butcher shop and another spot where hopeful restauranteurs opened and then inevitably closed after spending all their money on their dream of being a business owner.
Saturdays were usually busy-harried housewives trailing bored kids mingled with younger single men on their own. Older men whose wives had left them in one way or another wandered in and out. One in particular stood out. He was gaunt and tired-looking but carried himself well if you can square those attributes. His clothes were old and frayed but at one time had been expensive. He was fastidious about folding everything properly as it came out of the dryer, one by one-he wasn’t the type to throw everything on the table that was provided and root through his undershirts, socks and pants. After a few weeks I noticed he would sit on the bench directly out front and have exactly one cigarette. It was usually about ten minutes into the wash cycle. One day I finally timed it right and headed out to the bench five minutes before he did. I wanted him to come to me.
Harold was a widower and lived in one of the apartments up above. He’d retired at 58, after putting away “some good amount of coin in the insurance business” as he said it, and looked forward to a happy retirement with Margaret. But health and family issues started popping up-his son was in and out of jail and his wife developed throat cancer. Trips back and forth to Toronto, an experimental drug trial in California, lawyers for his son-all of it combined to drain all that coin out of his bank account. “Now I’ve just got the one pension and it’s not that much. I don’t know where my son is. It’s gotten to be a bit much.” I commiserated with him-it was obvious he just wanted to talk to an adult, share his story with someone. I figured I could swing this to my advantage and sure enough I was able to get an invite to his aparment “if you bring the whiskey”. Of course.
The following Friday evening I headed over his place at 7pm. I figured the walls were thin so I’d have to quietly go about my business later on. I fashioned a garrote that fit neatly in my pocket and also a plastic bag that would fit nicely over his head should the need arise. The plan was straightforward and had always worked before-get him drunk, wait until his guard was down and then let events unfold as they may.
We were only an hour in and it was plain that he was telling the truth when he said he wasn’t a drinker. He got up, unsteadily and mumbled something about ‘crackers’ or ‘snacks’. As he stumbled over to the cupboard and started rummaging I got up behind him, my heart thumping in raw anticipation… “Pappy? You here?” I quickly tucked the garotte away and turned towards the entrance. A 12 or 13 year old boy stopped in his tracks when he saw me, not sure what he saw but knowing something wasn’t right. “Who’s this, Pappy?” Harold realized that I hadn’t provided him with one and seeing the boy’s face inquired, “Uh yeah, what is your name anyway?” I mumbled, “You can just call me Buddy”. His need to exhibit proper manners overcame him and Harold said, “Well this is my grandson David, we live together because his mom is uh, ‘indisposed’ right now and I have no idea where my son is. We kinda like this arrangement though, don’t we David?” David nodded in agreement as he moved between his grandad and me.
Needless to say, the night’s work did not get completed-I shuffled out of there quickly and didn’t bother going back to the laundromat again. Sometimes the breaks just don’t go your way and other people get lucky. Real lucky.
TO THE GAME!
Rams/Niners:
Goff has bounced back in a big way this year and it’s a bit strange because he has the league’s lowest average depth of target at 6.3 yards. Gone are those field-stretching plays-they’ve been replaced with much shorter routes that allow gifted wr’sKupp and Woods to pile up yards after the catch. And wouldn’t you know, it’s working-the Rams lead the league in that category at 7.3 yards per. The Niners secondary, the one that was gobsmacked by Fitzmagic might have some problems tonight.
Have at it.
If I have whiskey in my glass and whiskey in my ice cream, do they cancel each other out?
Quiet night
Not in East L.A.! They have Dodger Fever in the streets!
You sure that isn’t dengue fever?
¡Fiebre del Evasor!
I haven’t seen some Dodgers be this excited about things working out in their favor since Ted Nugent, Donald Trump, Rush Limbaugh, George W. Bush, Dick Cheney…oh hell, I don’t have time for this.
HASHTAG ALLLL REEL AMIRECKAN PATROITS
Now now, they weren’t all draft dodgers. George W. Bush served in the Texas Air National Guard, and not a single North Vietnamese plane made it past Tulsa.
The Dodgers win and the crowd goes wild!
I watched the last inning. That’s the most baseball I’ve seen all year. But yay Dodgers!
It would be really funny and totally LA if the Lakers and the Dodgers both won championships and no one cared because of COVID.
Last week I heard fireworks going off one night, and that’s when I first learned that the NBA championship was even being played, and that the Lakers had just won it. I thought maybe the revolution had begun.
The only other option is if the Mexican National Team won.
It’s LA, no one would care even in a “normal” year.
Jets are already 9.5 point underdogs vs. Bills
That seems low by half.
Dan Quinn got fired by the Falcons and now he’s managing the Braves.
Can someone cough on Devin Singletary? He’s all that’s standing between me and a victory this week.
Rammed.
Folks, I don’t think Jared Goff is very good
Small sample size!
Wait, he’s on his second contract?
He’s a professional academic!
I think I told you we know two kids who are professional race car drivers?One of them, Bret Holmes, won the ARCA series on Friday night. He is a really nice kid, we’ve known him since he was in middle school, and his Aunt Cindee is a good friend. Apparently it’s like Nascar JV, so he’s really doing well, and he’s only 22 or 23. Yay for him!
That’s awesome!
It really helps that Trent Williams, who was legit one of those guys who will stick with a team unless they screw him over, acknowledged that the Football Team screwed him over and went to the Niners. I’m still not visceral, yeah, go Tomsulas, but it helps.
Hope he’s okay.
Football and porn, the two places you know what happens when there are two guys on someone
/me not having a real rooting interest in the NLCS, Game Seven;
It’s a great game so far.
this screen shot might be the most unintentionally funny thing I’ve ever seen in relation to fantasy football
Same number of points as his arch rival, C. Everett Koop
Should’ve made my team name C. Everett Kooper Kupp.
Is the Jeanine Garofalo better than Goff?
Does he know where the sun is?
They’re both equally terrible.
I haven’t seen a four-bagger followed by a two-bagger like that since Andy Reid decided to hit up the Arby’s and Carl’s Jr. drive-thrus in immediate succession.
yo baby what quarter is it?
Yo baby, let me get them digits
–J.P.P
That’s well done
Switched over to watching Fargo on FX. I never watched the first three seasons. Might have to go borrow the DVDs for those at the library.
Everyone likes that series but me. It’s like, I know it’s objectively good, it just doesn’t push my buttons.
Fair. There’s plenty of series I could say the same about.
There’s so many goddam shows to choose from these days, compared to when I was younger. Back then a show on ABC, CBS, or NBC had to have 20 or 25 million viewers to be considered a hit. With all the channels and streaming services with original programming available these days, a show that gets over a million viewers will survive, and five million is a mega-smash. I just can’t keep up, I think the last thing I saw through the end was Breaking Bad or Justified. Hell, I’m two seasons behind on Better Call Saul.
I couldn’t make it past season 1. It was too on-the-nose for life as a street lawyer in Albuquerque at that time.
Funny, my cousin who is an attorney refused to watch it, she says all TV shows about lawyers are horseshit. But her husband watches it religiously.
All of them are, except that one.
Worst. arm punt. ever.
Lol Goff remains trash
Scoff!
I still contend that Goff is mitch trubisky if mitch trubisky had an all pro running back
Graterol doing his best Charlie Sheen WILD THING impression.
Cris and Al can’t even put the mask on properly for their cameo, FFS
Let’s just all be happy we aren’t their parents and didn’t have to teach them how more complicated pieces of clothing, such as socks, work.
Sex Ed must have been hell with the condom and the banana.
So what you’re saying is that McVay is a self-made man
Yup, the hardest part of being self-made is the beginning. Once you make your hands you can use them to put all the rest together.
English royalty has less nepotism than NFL coaching
Oh hey, my computer decided to die. Cool, cool
Oh hey, the power cord fell out and my computer decided to starve itself to death rather than have me reconnect the mains
As did mine. Though mine was like 11 years old
I call my computer ACE/ARO because it apparently can’t stand having a sexual or romantic relationship with the power cord.
Submitted for your approval: here’s an oreo cookie.
Do you eat it?
There is a boutique cinnamon roll place we order from way too much. I have their cookies n cream (meaning: Oreo) edition waiting downstairs for me now.
Why yes my teeth are all Jacked up; why do you ask?
Is it a cheese Oreo?
Are you giving out the Oreos? Because there are some people from whom I wouldn’t accept anything.
I never need to eat a prepackaged cookie ever and both my doctor and dentist applaud that decision
How’s the view from that pedestal?
Not even a thin mint? Sorry, not sorry.
Of course. Why wouldn’t I?
Of course.
Which Twilight Zone episode is this? This is important to know before I answer.
Marshmallow fluff in a macaron, yes or no?
Yes
Egg-based macaron, or Emmanuel?
Technically he is egg-based as well
“Air Pods Pros? Nah. Air Pods Pentameter? Yea, verily.”
-William S.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p0gTN_YQCKY&ab_channel=kostas
I’m just gonna upvote assuming it’s the one where he yells at pantera to clean his room
This game is terrible, and I want to has sleep.
Sleep. There’s two better games tomorrow!
And two from the Prem leading into same. Will be a fine Monday.
Go for it, we’ll tell you if anything not stupid happens. Also if something stupid happens.
San Francisco, 44 mi from the location of this game.
How far is Arlington from Dallas? I would posit a theory that not playing in your own city made you suck, but the Eagles stadium is actually in Philly
It’s about halfway between Dallas and Fort Worth.
Internet says 18-20 miles.
6 to 20 mi depending. A lot closer
But the stadium was in the intro to the “Dallas” TV series, so it counts
It’s not too far. I’ve been there like 3 times in recent existence. Closer to Fort Worth than Dallas.
Related, New Jersey got its first NFL win today.
Dorks in front of a camera. Hashtag TheFaithful
Come on NBC, sweeping the NFC East isn’t exactly a challenge.
It is for members of the NFC East
but to be fair, so is tying their own shoes
Thanks for the warning, Al. Will not be watching SNF next week,