Walking home from a long day at the mill. Southside chicago on a rainy evening. Been hazy all day since 8 in the damn mornin type of day. Just feelin tense, but not really payin attention to the bullshit that surrounds me.
Paper reads October movin' onto November. Year is 1934.
Stoppin' by my bar, orderin' the usual beer.
Reading through the same old plastered news stories. Murder this, kidnapping that, stocks rise and fall here and there. Everyones got blown back by the depression, but shit its a saving grace I still got my job.
I'm 34, and ma keeps callin' 'bout when I'm gonna get married. Always askin' about when I'm gonna bring a girl back home. I would if I had the time, I'm too busy writing in these old books about dreams, fantasies and wishes that no man could see.
Y'know, I keep gettin' word about whats goin' on overseas, some big thing is comin' our way. I can see a lot of violence on the horizon. The band of bloodbrothers are gonna go marchin again soon.
But that ain't my fight...
A little prayer here and there to bring color back to the grey areas in my life. Just one of those days when daily occurences feel so way out of whack.
But I contemplate to myself sometimes, are my prayers selfish? I mean... I own alot of what people would kill for. But at the same time, old Jack outside my apartment window, 3 floors on another planet is beggin for dimes and nicks.
Old friend of mine from Miami decided to send me a little gift. Case of cigars from Cuba, and an exquisite bottle of brandy for rainy days just like this one. I can't help but laugh, even in the midst of my loneliness. Y'know, its crazy though. I still dream of Molly with the red hair and blood red dress at times. That sultry smile she sent my way back at the jazz club. I find it funny that I'd deviate to a different scene than usual. The music was damn good, enough to cure any man of his sick days.
But you could tell by the spark in ol' Molly's eyes that she's not the type of gal to bring home to ma 'n' pa. I wonder if that whole love game is still worth it. I thought about gambling my chips time and time again, but.. women? They want somethin a man ain't ready to give so easy.
Decided to give Mikey an extra 10 buck tip for the drinks. Coulda sworn I saw a tear in his eye when I handed him the cash. I feel like it was a selfish move. Just to make myself feel better at the end of the night.
Ugh... God dammit, you can hear the Christmas carols long before Halloween comes to ya doorstep. Never been one for these winter holidays.
I might just fly down to Florida again this year, a little "summer" getaway.
