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 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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