Chapter Fifteen
“OUCH.”
My cut lips, body, bloody knuckles, feet, ribs and eye hurt, a lot. But it was a good hurt. As I sat there on the teak bench, just letting the hot water sooth my aches, every ache in my body, except my mind of course felt a smidgen better.
My clothes and boots felt good, white gym socks, too. I like being naked, but only when I’m trysting between the sheets with some fly doll.
I found a dolly in the garage, loaded Eddie onto it like a sack of turnips. I grabbed my stuff, and a few other things, loaded him into the Buicks trunk. I lit up a smoke, ouch, my lip hurt, didn’t mind.
Hopping the door, I stared at some stars. They looked pretty.
Slotting my Boston Red Sox’s hat on, some shades, I fired up my Betty Mobile.”
I drove to the barber poles. I smiled at my
