Slowly, ever so slowly George is removing anything that does not help him grow into the next Charles Dickens or perhaps even better. Yet while I divorced mine, he kept his wife busy producing babies. He also had the fortune to stay with an Uncle with a large library in old London Town.
His first meal changed. He had overslept and did not even see his brother Mel last night. Too many buses and the misfortune of not finding a new pair of shoes at Costco after a thrilling day of writing at the Main Street Library.
The evening before he bought a ten dollar package of lox at Trader Joe's. Something about the wild fish that helped his chronic asthma. Along with a Trader Joe onion bagel and Von's tomato he made a sandwich that tasted just divine...Still in a slumber after removing the vestiges of his asthma attack and sensitive bronchial tubes, he read and took the staircase upstairs to play La La Land on the piano to ready him for the day.
Too exhausted with bad allergies, he decided to replicate the last few days and visit the downtown old Main Street Library where only a few other lost souls play the outdated computers. As already stated, the large regular library is like a circus, and to compound matters, the microfilm machine is still on the blink.
He left the apartment at about nine thirty to get to the bus stop off of Beach Blvd. He arrived when he saw the bus coming his way towards the his stop. He poured out the remains of coffee from his cup and climbed aboard, sliding his ticket through a sensor. It felt good that the monthly pass cost only $22 and change, and he did not need to watch out for anybody to shoot him from another car.
He saw three others on the bus that went south towards the beach. He was not alone since three others sat in the back. One was a domestic probably worked at hotels or restaurants. Yes they were Mexicans, about one foot smaller then me. Their English was limited but hot their energy for work.
At about Atlantic, the Bush Man stumbled aboard. He wore a wild red beard and carried chains everywhere He must have had a fascination for iron. He seemed robust and healthy and carried three bags, one an antique Trader Joe's one caked in mud.
Most folks would find this part of the day boring, but not George. Everything he sees and smells becomes part of his encyclopedia for events. Why yesterday he saw a bald headed white man asleep in back of a bus stop on the other side of the In-in-out burger place. Quite a few homeless sleep during the day for lack of food,
The first time he saw Mr. Clean was inside the hamburger joint. He had returned with his $3.22 double double and sat down and made the error of looking down. Staring back at him were two dirty long feet with toes that dangled every which way.
To his left he saw the owner of these tall appendages. His large round face and snoopy nose could have made a comic strip. He had grabbed his feast with two hands and in two bites had eaten the double double. I dare say he perhaps could have swallowed ten more whole.
Yes George felt glad that he had a roof over his head and his number one daughter had bailed him out. There was a time he could have been called Mr. Clean. Why even his number one daughter told him to clean up his act. He still felt cheated that he could find a new pair of shoes in his price range at Costco since the pair he wears smells.
The one thing on his mind now is Brother Mel, who has resided inside a nursing home for...well going on six months now. An eye doctor visited him yesterday but I admonished him for not finding out his name and when he would return.
Tips from Gorgeous George: It is not good enough to put o shoes without a double knot tie. Life is slippery enough without falling on laces.
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