My Pal Marty
Sometimes you have to
be careful what you wish for or ask the Creator to give you. I had a pal who owned a store in the Bronx,
a haberdasher of cool men’s clothing. Marty started out at Alexander’s, working in the men’s
section. After a few years, and some savings, he got a loan and opened up his own
shop. The dude was cool, and he knew what guys wanted. He also liked to
party, and chase the ladies. After he got the shop, they were chasing him, and he
liked that much better.
He got himself a
really cool condo, and a pimped out, brand new, red Cadillac Eldorado convertible. At one time he was even considering taking
flying lessons, and buying a small airplane. I met him one day as I was making
my rounds. I had never noticed the store before, so in I went, and introduced
myself. We hit it right off, one Boriqua business man to another, and became
pals. At times I would run into him at some club or other, so sometimes we used
to go clubbing together. Then the economy stalled, business went down, and he
needed to cut back.
“Marti you need to cut
back your spending,” his accountant kept telling him.
“Na, na, man the
store is doing really good,” he shot back.
He didn’t want to
listen to anybody, and while he hoped things would turn around, his smoking increased. When I first met him he seldom
smoked, and never in the store, but suddenly he was smoking more than a pack
a day, and sometimes in the store.
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