Monday, December 20, 2010

Day CIV


Out on the sidewalk

     We ran out onto the side walk, and were out there for a long time. We practically spent the whole night out there. Thank God it was a summer weekend. The old man had fallen asleep with his cigarette dangling from his hand. When he zonked out, it dropped on the bed, set the linen ablaze, and the mattress on fire. When the fire kissed his ass, he woke up screaming:

     “Oh my God, my God, help meeeee!” and awakened mom.

     Isn’t it funny how when in trouble we always call on HIM? Anyway, by divine grace nobody was hurt, only the old man’s keister was singed a little bit. He was sleeping on his side, in the fetal position, when he felt the heat on his arse. Mom grabbed a towel, put it on the fire, and help him out of the bed.

      After that, pop threw his old man out of our home. We never saw him again, but we never forgot the experience, it was really sad. Later we learned pop took him to his sister’s, and dumped him there. That experience taught me not to ever smoke in bed.

   Getting back to the military…smokes were cheap back then, so we used to buy them by the carton. I remember guys who smoked unendingly, some of whom I don’t remember not ever seeing without a butt on their lips. These guys were strong smokers, puffing on Camels, Pall Malls, Chesterfields, Lucky Strike, and the like- all non filtered butts. Chest busters, they were supposed to be the manly smoke.

           All of this was back in the sixties, when everybody smoked. Some of those guys lit up with the one they were smoking. Funny, sometimes some of them had more than one butt lit up at the same time.

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