me off! That money is dirty. That money is fricking dirty.
âAnd Sonny, I know them. They are cheapskates. If they pay me back wages for slave labor, they will charge me room and board for concentration camp.â
Jimmy Joe at the Video
The other day a man in the video store reminded me that we knew each other thirty years ago. His name was engraved on a small oval of polished brass attached to his belt near the buckle. The last time I saw Jimmy Joe his hair hung past his shoulders. He played guitar in the countyâs only rock band, drove a red GTO, and had girlfriends galore.
âSince you left,â Jimmy Joe said, âI got married and divorced three times. Right now I want a wife that runs around on me. That way she ainât bothering me at home.â
âMy wife donât bother me much.â
âSee there, probably is running around.â
âThink I should ask her?â I said.
âYou really want to know if she is?â
âDonât reckon,â I said. âLong as she comes home, itâs her life, ainât it.â
âSon, you always was smart.â Jimmy Joe lowered his voice, and glanced rapidly around to ensure privacy. âYou want to burn one out back?â
âNo,â I said. âPot doesnât do for me what I want done anymore.â
âThatâs downheartening,â he said. âWhat is it you want done, Chris?â
âI donât know. I tried everything and nothing did a good enough job. I quit all of it.â
âMaybe itâs you.â
âYouâre pretty smart, too, Jimmy Joe. What are you up to these days? Still playing guitar? You were the best around.â
âHad to put it down, son. Just gave up on it. Went to barber school and moved to Lexington, but came back home.â
âHow come?â I said.
âToo many heads to cut.â loo many:
âYes, itâs a big town and I like to do the same thing over and over. Same job, same heads, same food. Shoot, Iâm here renting the same movie for the hundredth time. Iâd save money buying it off of them.â
âWhat movie?â
â Taxi Driver. Ever seen it?â
âItâs a good one,â I said. âYou should get Mean Streets. Same guy made it. Same actor, too.â
âNo, got to rent this one. I love that Bickle, T. Thatâs what it says on the back of his jacket you knowâBickle, T. I got it stenciled on one of mine. I tried to get people to start calling me that, but it didnât work. You canât pick your own nickname. Thatâs one of the rules. You ainât got a cigarette do you?â
âNo, I quit.â
âMe, too,â he said. âBut I ran out of nerve pills and figured I might as well smoke.â
âYou get nervous, Jimmy Joe?â
âAs a cliff rat, son. As a cliff rat.â
âI never heard of that kind.â
âMe neither. But any rat that lives on a cliff would be nervous. See how my skin is kindly orange-colored?â
He pulled back his sleeve to show his arm, surprising me with its distinct orange hue. He turned his hands over.
âPalms, too,â he said. âThatâs what normal skin is supposed to look like, son. Itâs from taking a lot of carotene. Thatâs why they call carrots carrots, on account of the color. Itâs supposed to calm you down.â
âI didnât know that.â
âPeople are starting to get knowledged about it. You know, the Internet and whatnot.â
âYouâre on the Internet?â
âWhy, sure. Best thing thatâs come in here since town water. That e-mail cooks with gas, donât it.â
âItâs all right.â
âAll right? I figured youâd be all over that.â
âWell,â I said. âIt bugs me sometimes. Itâs permanent as a letter, but spontaneous as a phone call. Itâs good to exchange information, but not
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