Day CLXVlll

Jay Walking in the City

     I was on Wall Street, the city had just passed a new jay walking law, and since there wasn’t any traffic, the peeps were crossing against the light. I was in a hurry, so I cut across diagonally.

     “Hey you, camea!”

     “Waaaaaa at osifa..waaa I do?”

     “You broke the law, you just Jay walked,” he said, and kept writing.

     “So did everybody else,” I responded.

     “Lemme see yar ID!” he says, and continues, “Yea, but ya wuz very clevah kid, creative!” he said as I gave it to him.

     So because I was ticked off I lit up, and took a deep drag as I waited for him to give me the damned ticked. Man, I felt like 1984 was here already. Then he gave me back my ID, and I believe the first Jay walking ticket issued in the city. A crowd formed, and many couldn’t believe I was getting a ticket for crossing the street, as most of do all the time. Some in the cowed said I should take it to court, but I never did.

     In the crowd I spotted Charles. He used to work in that gas station the professor ripped off, and at that time he had a heroin habit. You would never have known he had a habit. He shot up in the mornings, and went to work. He couldn’t understand how junkies got the way they did, and they couldn’t understand how he did what he did. At times he and Henry would hang out, but not anywhere they may have may have been seen together. He was one of those rare souls, an individual that could handle the drug, it didn’t handle him.

     So Henry knew Charles had been drafted, there was going to be a job opening, and most likely because of the nature of the job, people didn’t stay too long, it would be there for him.