“If America’s for the winners; what’s for the losers”?  Junior BonnerSam Peckinpah 

Well, those boys just couldn’t keep still. It was only Thursday night and the late spring sun was still dancing vapor trails over the Golden Gate Bridge on San Francisco Bay and there they were, once again, hanging with the Bowery Boys. It was a real tough crowd this time of day; hard drinkers with sullen shadows; longshoremen with grizzled hands and hobos rolling in off the gutter with a fresh fiver from a deposit at the blood bank. Joey and Roy were as fidgety as trapped animals and they would not be tamed. They knew this was not going to end well so they took their pleasures as they could and to them living any other way was a waste of life.

Joey tucked a C-note under his empty shot glass and winked a goodbye in the direction of the bartender then threw his arm around Roy’s slim shoulder and guided him toward the door. “You should watch your dollars Joey” Roy said. “Relax, Roy Boy, cash don’t have handles on it. Its only dirty paper anyhow, we’ll just make some more. Besides; you know crime don’t pay”. They both chuckled and waved a goodnight to Singing Sally and her perfect legs encased in peddle-pushers jack-knifed on the bar stool like swizzle-sticks.

Waves from their laughter fell in the stank dead air and bounced like a knife off the pavement outside the Pair-O-Dice Lounge in the Bowery section south of Canal when Cool Breeze and his new girl turned the corner. “What it is gents” said Cool Breeze. “Who you got there” asked Roy. “Meet my new lady fellas” said Cool Breeze. What’s your name sweetheart, asked Joey. “Lotta Goo” she answered.

“Cool give you that name” asked Roy. “I named her after a doughnut I was eating when I met her in New Orleans last week” chimed Cool in his best sing-song fashion. “You all take care out here; full moon yonder and that demon is in these streets tonight” Joey said with an earnest concern. “Heard, got the word; hell I smelled that beast myself. But hey man, you all know I’m too sweet to eat” sang Cool. “Catch you later Cool; night to you angel” said Roy. “No you won’t” yelled Cool as he sauntered down the street with his meal ticket in tow. “Why not”, Joey shot back. And with his best pimp smile, the one he practiced for hours in the mirror, Cool proclaimed; “cause I’m a sly fly” Cool chimed.

Roy and Joey strode down Market Street with a here today gone tomorrow swagger. The pressure built inside them and rose like the steam from the manhole covers rising like the whole damn city was ready to blow. The loneliness that lay between them was stark but though unmentioned could not be denied. Neither had kept a full-time night woman. They were too selfish for that; both were serial killers when it came to love affairs; having dead-ed in shambles three relationships each with some pretty decent women who had a penchant for bad boys with style and charm.

Joey secretly thought about Sweet Mary and how she loved him; how a woman like that mellowed a man out; helped him keep the devil down in the hole; how he could always make her laugh and how it pieced his heart like a needle shot straight out of a mirror when she did and how she slowed him down enough to now and then eat a meal or two she’d cooked for him.

He could feel her in his arms wrapped around him like silver foil; making love in zero gravity, while angels flew above their cathedral bed in a scene so passionate it burned their shadows into those walls; Jesus weep. And he thought to himself, secreted from his compatriot, how each time, when it was over, he melted into her and slept the sleep of an honest man. #love #goldengatebridge  #BoweryBoys



About circusinpurgatory
Nick Masesso Jr’s fictionalized short stories, poetry and prose have been published in the Starry Night Review, Elegant Thorn Review, Language and and Vagabond Press; the Battered Suitcase. His latest book “Armor of Innocence” and first book “Walking the Midway in Purgatory, a Journal” are available on-line and through bookstores.

4 Responses to Escape

  1. I found a big junk of humanity in this one x

    • oops – can’t quite believe I wrote that. My excuse is, I have a horrid cough. Edit at will x

    • James Mcfarland says:

      Accidentally deleted two posts after writing review. Missing from aligned post are:
      1) ARMOR OF INNOCENCE = 5.5 rating, got lost on continuity and story direction, left feeling unfilled.
      2) MORPHINE = 5.7 rating, word selection very good, 1 word misspelled, ends flat.
      3) ESCAPE = 8.9 rating, refreshing, great dialogue long overdue, grammar issues, commas out of place.

  2. Reblogged this on Nick Masesso, Jr..

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