*
YEAR
RON'
e glass window and stepping out onto the balcony of
glass table and light it, pushing it into my mouth and taking
l, watching the city w
the roundabout in
s home. The path that I've come to memorize so well I could shut m
long drag, wa
hat their house is j
. I've known for the past three
rk, what time they leave for work in
restaurant where they g
every
t know I'm in New York and I haven't bother
on me again after that heart-wrenching betrayal, I'd
s my wedding d
ee them, I'd have them eati
olling on the fl
asn't arrived
on it
o
my thoughts as I turn, walking back into
nt
pen as the familiar face
at
ng bags again Cam. And th
t my feet, irritati
S
nes. I can't have you destroying them wh
se to make me step out
ng another drag
new punching bags yourself anytime you destroy them. And also you start
dramat
y mama until today Julie," I say purp
e you douchebag, it's
when he gl
n innocent punching bag. Who does that? That's twisted. Note, the keyword is punching. R
's talking to a fiv
's not my fault I like to view the bag as my opponent. Punchin
p, we're leaving
u like, g
fight tonight Cameron, you don't want to fight on an empty stomach,
arkens at
underground fighting, two year
harbored into the fight and I never stopped kick
ng up as I pi
on, le
umbl
rocery s
Cam, drop that thi
t of the cigarette into t
ic
mut
wa
t follo
*
AR'S
row, I remove the apron a
le and look over everything
for dinner for the
oom and then nod again feel
arkling clean a
e veranda where Mrs. Monroe is seated on
done
go to stand
zine and looks up a
forgot you're
bag that sat beside her. Pulling out seve
this i
ou, Mrs.
e the money,
tomorro
and say hi to
ll
s the gate. Sean must be h
oday. I began working as Mrs. Mon
or months, jumping from
ob. I was gett
h school dropout, especiall
here I must say his shady business keeps increa
that near-death experience I had with Mr. White who almost recognize
t for a
risk gett
ck when Mr. White wanted
just then and I rushed, more like run out of
a clo