12-02-2020, 06:12 AM
Numbness swallowed him as the snowy TV channel static grew louder and louder. Pulsing from his
left ear to his right, then it just blew full force in both until all he could hear was the endless battling
hiss that overwhelmed all senses and jarred him from that stupor. He shook hard almost knocking that
near empty cup over.
"Fuck's a matta witchu?" the slightly startled Bobby asked.
Geno looked around and tried to put it all together. He couldn't. What he did know was that none of this
was right. He'd never be able to look himself in the face again, in any mirror, if he went on in this most
misguided direction.
"Here, I can't take this!" he said as he slapped the $500 from his pocket onto the table.
It was his taste for the ride-along. It was the dirtiest kind of money and he wouldn't be party to that
kind of earning.
"I'll hold onto it for ya, OK?" Bobby said wiping his mouth with a white paper napkin.
Geno stood up from the booth and stared down at his old friend.
"No, I don't want it. And I don't want this. I can't do it. I'm out."
He turned and walked away from Bobby and that whole horrible life. The closer he got to the door
the more himself he started to feel.
Sitting at that diner table he was Geno; an angry, fed-up, confused man with no idea of how to fix
what was wrong with him. Walking through that door into the outside world he once again became
Eugene Kaluza; a man that knew what he was about and where his life would go. And it wouldn't
involve hurting people or sacrificing his principles for any amount of power or money.
He walked five miles home that day. It was the best day of his Life.
left ear to his right, then it just blew full force in both until all he could hear was the endless battling
hiss that overwhelmed all senses and jarred him from that stupor. He shook hard almost knocking that
near empty cup over.
"Fuck's a matta witchu?" the slightly startled Bobby asked.
Geno looked around and tried to put it all together. He couldn't. What he did know was that none of this
was right. He'd never be able to look himself in the face again, in any mirror, if he went on in this most
misguided direction.
"Here, I can't take this!" he said as he slapped the $500 from his pocket onto the table.
It was his taste for the ride-along. It was the dirtiest kind of money and he wouldn't be party to that
kind of earning.
"I'll hold onto it for ya, OK?" Bobby said wiping his mouth with a white paper napkin.
Geno stood up from the booth and stared down at his old friend.
"No, I don't want it. And I don't want this. I can't do it. I'm out."
He turned and walked away from Bobby and that whole horrible life. The closer he got to the door
the more himself he started to feel.
Sitting at that diner table he was Geno; an angry, fed-up, confused man with no idea of how to fix
what was wrong with him. Walking through that door into the outside world he once again became
Eugene Kaluza; a man that knew what he was about and where his life would go. And it wouldn't
involve hurting people or sacrificing his principles for any amount of power or money.
He walked five miles home that day. It was the best day of his Life.
