bad times at the 3rd and Vermont hotel
Alabam was a sneak and a thief and he came to my
room when I was drunk and
each time I got up he shoved me back
down.
you prick, I told him, you know I can
take you!
he just shoved me down
again.
when I sober up, I said, I’m going to kick you
all the way to hell!
he just kept pushing me
around.
I finally caught him a good one, right over the
temple
and he backed off and
left.
it was a couple of days later
I got even: I fucked his
girl.
then I went down and knocked on his
door.
well, Alabam, I fucked your woman and now l’m going to
kick you all the way to
hell!
the poor guy started crying, he put his hands over his
and just cried
I stood there and watched
him
I said, I’m sorry,
Alabam.
then I left him there, I went back to
my room.
we were all alkies and none of us had jobs, all we had
was each other.
even then, my so-called woman was in some bar or
somewhere, I hadn’t seen her in a couple of
days.
I had a bottle of port
left.
I uncorked it and took it down to Alabam’s
room.
said, how about a drink,
Rebel?
he looked up, stood up, went for two
glasses.