Hollis asked me if he could stay Christmas Night in my appartment. It was cold. He lived under a bridge. Pat asked me why I did not have H live with me. I told him I lived in low cost housing that was strict about guests staying too long. I knew I would not be able to ask H to leave, and, would probalbly end up under the bridge with him. I did not know his mother had died years ago, and, his father with his knew family, wanted nothing to do with him. I was his only family.
“If living were a thing that money could buy
Then the rich would live and the poor would die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
Hush little baby, don’t you cry”
If death were a thing that money could buy
then only the rich would live forever
If religion were a thing only money could buy
then the poor would have nowhere to honor and bury their dead
As I stood at the foot of Hollis’s bed, all the trouble I saw coming my way, I realized was not coming Hollis ‘way, too! My dear friend was out of loop. All his trials and tribulations were over. He was at peace. He was down for a long snooze. Whatever bullshit that was heading OUR way, no longer had anything to do with Mr. H. This was our moment of bliss. Then I heard the siren.
When I heard the…
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