This is a very small piece from when I was a boy, but never-the-less, strange and amusing. I was just thinking about it for some strange reason and thought, I should tell this story.
My best friend Bob had an older brother called Jim who was considered to be one of the toughest and meanest guys on the south side of town. His dad used to beat his mother until one day Jim became angry and beat up his father who then left. They were well off until then, now poor, his mother worked nights in a nursing home.
Jim was so bad that he almost beat a man to death in the middle of the street in front of their house. The victim’s girl friend stopped him. He was so tough that he once knocked out a cop with one punch. He came home and called his patrol officer so that he wouldn’t be arrested, they dropped the charges because the cop was in the wrong.
The south side of town was the richer side of town and we were the poor who lived amongst them and I’m sure that is why I don’t like rich people, a prejudice I need to get over. Bob had another brother though I cannot remember his name right now. The three brothers shared a room in an old rental house and strangely enough, big bad Jim had the softest bed you could imagine. The top mattress was actually just a large piece of sponge rubber. Everyone was jealous of Jim’s bed and nobody was even allowed to sit on it or they would get punched.
One night I was sleeping over and I slept on their bedroom floor. I wasn’t asleep yet when Bob’s brother Jim came stumbling in. He was either drunk or high or both. I just closed my eyes, didn’t move and pretended to be asleep. He stopped right where I was laying and cried out, “What The Fuck!” He then softly exclaimed, “god damn son of a fucking bitch.” To my surprise he picked me up. I just continued to pretend like I was asleep. I was even more surprised when he put me in his bed and covered me with a blanket and then he laid down on the floor in the middle of the room. I couldn’t believe it. I had to open my eyes and look and I wondered if I wasn’t dreaming.
Me and Bob woke up at about the same time and Bob looked at me and said, “what the hell!” I just shrugged my shoulders and said, “your brother put me here.” Bob gave me a puzzled look and then quickly said, “we better get out of here, he sees you in his bed and he will beat the hell out of both of us.” Needless to say I began to believe that Jim really wasn’t that mean, but I listened to Bob anyways and we got out of there.
That’s it, story’s over – well what did you expect? Weird huh? One of the toughest, meanest guys on the south side and love just slipped right out of him while he wasn’t paying any attention. Proving once again that this thing called love is a tricky thing and it’ll get you if you don’t watch it. You’ll find it where you least expect and where you think it should be, surprisingly it can’t be found. Love is indeed a mystery