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glass bottles, those real dark green ones. And she was real pale, like she
worked in an office all the time. Me, my left arm gets brown as a berry in the
summertime, on account of how it's always hanging out my cab window, but my
right arm stays real white. Anyway, I don't really remember what she was
wearingЧI was mostly looking at her face. AndЕ andЕ
DB: Are you all right?
RH: It's just this part's hard, is all. I mean, this gal was maybe five or six
years older than my daughter, but IЧwell, let's say I wanted her the way a man
wants his wife on a Saturday night, if you know what I mean. And I'd never
been one to horndog after kids young enough to be my kid, and never mind that
my wife's been dead for six years. So it was kind of embarrassing, too, that
even though those awful screams were still sort of echoing in the air, here's
me all of a sudden thinking with my dick.
DB: Well, sometimes, under stress, a personЧ
RH: Wasn't stress. I just wanted her, is all. Like I never wanted anybody.
Anyways, I stared at her but she didn't pay me no notice. Gal like her, she
probably gets old coots like me staring at her twenty times a day. She didn't
say nothing to me, just marched back toward the alley. So I followed her.
There was a couple of street lights back there, so I was finally startin' to
be able to see stuff. Made me feel a lot better, I can tell you.
And just like that, before we could even get there, the screams stop. It was
like someone had shut off a radio, that's how sudden it was. So the gal, she
starts to ran. Which was funny to see, because she was wearing these teetery
high heels. Purple, with bows on the backs. She had teeny feet, and these
pretty little shoes. It was kind of funny to see that.
DB: And then?
RH: Well, she could sure move in them shoes, and that was a fact. She musta
been a real track star or something. And I was right behind her. And we get to
the alley, and right away I seen it was a dead end, and I didn't want to go
too far in. It's funny, I never think about the Nam no more, but that night it
was like I'd just gotten back home. Man, I was noticing everything. I was
really wired.
DB: Could you see anyone in the alley?
RH: Not at first. But then the gal says, real loud but firm, you know, like a
teacher, "Let him go." And then I seen there were two guys and they weren't
standing ten feet away! Don't know how I missed them before. One of them was
this little short squirt, but he was hoisting a guy bigger than me, holding
him up off the ground! He was slamming the guy into the brick wall real hard,
and the big guy's head was sort of lolling all over the place, and he was out
cold.
But then, when the gal talked, the little guy let go, and the guy who'd been
doing all the screaming hit the bricks like a sack of sandЧI mean, he was out.
And the little guy marches up to us, and all of a sudden I was just scared
shitless.
DB: Did you see a weapon, orЧ
RH: Nothin' like that. He was justЕ bad, I guess. He was about a head shorter
than me and he had kind of gray skin. And one of those little black mustaches,
real thin. Me, I think a man should grow a real soup strainer or nothing at
all.
Anyway, he looked like a little punk, but there was somethin' about himЧI just