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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354565" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His<br>dinner dishes were undone, his breakfast dishes were undone, he needed a shave, and ash<br>from his rolled cigarettes dropped onto his undershirt. Some of the ash was still burning.<br>Sometimes the burning ash missed the undershirt and hit his skin, then he cursed, brushing<br>it away. There was a knock on the trailer door. He got slowly to his feet and answered the<br>door. It was Constance. She had a fifth of unopened whiskey in a bag. <br>"George, I left that son of a bitch, I couldn't stand that son of a bitch<br>anymore." <br>"Sit down."<br>George opened the fifth, got two glasses, filled each a third with whiskey, two thirds<br>with water. He sat down on the bed with Constance. She took a cigarette out of her purse<br>and lit it. She was drunk and her hands trembled. <br>"I took his damn money too. I took his damn money and split while he was at work.<br>You don't know how I've suffered with that son of a bitch." "<br>Lemme have a smoke," said George. She handed it to him and as she leaned near,<br>George put his arm around her, pulled her over and kissed her. <br>"You son of a bitch," she said, "I missed you." <br>"I miss those good legs of yours , Connie. I've really missed those good<br>legs." <br>"You still like 'em?" <br>"I get hot just looking."<br>"I could never make it with a college guy," said Connie. "They're too<br>soft, they're milk toast. And he kept his house clean. George , it was like having a maid.<br>He did it all. The place was spotless. You could eat beef stew right off the crapper. He<br>was antiseptic, that's what he was." <br>"Drink up, you'll feel better." <br>"And he couldn't make love." <br>"You mean he couldn't get it up?" <br>"Oh he got it up, he got it up all the time. But he didn't know how to make a<br>woman happy, you know. He didn't know what to do. All that money, all that education, he<br>was useless." <br>"I wish I had a college education." <br>"You don't need one. You have everything you need, George." <br>"I'm just a flunky. All the shit jobs." <br>"I said you have everything you need, George. You know how to make a woman<br>happy." <br>"Yeh?" <br>"Yes. And you know what else? His mother came around! His mother! Two or three<br>times a week. And she'd sit there looking at me, pretending to like me but all the time<br>she was treating me like I was a whore. Like I was a big bad whore stealing her son away<br>from her! Her precious Wallace! Christ! What a mess!" "He claimed he loved me.<br>And I'd say, 'Look at my pussy, Walter!' And he wouldn't look at my pussy. He said, 'I<br>don't want to look at that thing.' That thing! That's what he called it! You're not afraid<br>of my pussy, are you, George?"<br>"It's never bit me yet." "But you've bit it, you've nibbled it, haven't<br>you George?"<br>"I suppose I have." <br>"And you've licked it , sucked it?" <br>"I suppose so." <br>"You know damn well, George, what you've done." <br>"How much money did you get?" <br>"Six hundred dollars." <br>"I don't like people who rob other people, Connie." <br>"That's why you're a fucking dishwasher. You're honest. But he's such an ass,<br>George. And he can afford the money, and I've earned it… him and his mother and his<br>love, his mother-love, his clean l;little wash bowls and toilets and disposal bags and<br>breath chasers and after shave lotions and his little hard-ons and his precious<br>lovemaking. All for himself, you understand, all for himself! You know what a woman<br>wants, George." <br>"Thanks for the whiskey, Connie. Lemme have another cigarette." <br>George filled them up again. "I missed your legs, Connie. I've really missed those<br>legs. I like the way you wear those high heels. They drive me crazy. These modern women<br>don't know what they're missing. The high heel shapes the calf, the thigh, the ass; it<br>puts rhythm into the walk. It really turns me on!"<br>"You talk like a poet, George. Sometimes you talk like that. You are one hell of a<br>dishwasher."<br>"You know what I'd really like to do?" <br>"What?" <br>"I'd like to whip you with my belt on the legs, the ass, the thighs. I'd like to<br>make you quiver and cry and then when you're quivering and crying I'd slam it into you<br>pure love." <br>"I don't want that, George. You've never talked like that to me before. You've<br>always done right with me." <br>"Pull your dress up higher." <br>"What?" <br>"Pull your dress up higher, I want to see more of your legs." <br>"You like my legs, don't you, George?" <br>"Let the light shine on them!" <br>Constance hiked her dress.<br>"God Christ shit," said George. <br>"You like my legs?"<br>"I love your legs!" Then George reached across the bed and slapped Constance<br>hard across the face. Her cigarette flipped out of her mouth.<br>"what'd you do that for?" <br>"You fucked Walter! You fucked Walter!" <br>"So what the hell?" <br>"So pull your dress up higher!" <br>"No!" <br>"Do what I say!" George slapped again, harder. Constance hiked her skirt. <br>"Just up to the panties!" shouted George. "I don't quite want to see the<br>panties!" <br>"Christ, George, what's gone wrong with you?" <br>"You fucked Walter!" <br>"George, I swear, you've gone crazy. I want to leave. Let me out of here,<br>George!"<br>"Don't move or I'll kill you!" <br>"You'd kill me?" <br>"I swear it!" George got up and poured himself a shot of straight whiskey,<br>drank it, and sat down next to Constance. He took the cigarette and held it against her<br>wrist. She screamed. HE held it there, firmly, then pulled it away. <br>"I'm a man , baby, understand that?" <br>"I know you're a man , George."<br>"Here, look at my muscles!" George sat up and flexed both of his arms. <br>"Beautiful, eh ,baby? Look at that muscle! Feel it! Feel it!" <br>Constance felt one of the arms, then the other. <br>"Yes, you have a beautiful body, George." <br>"I'm a man. I'm a dishwasher but I'm a man, a real man." <br>"I know it, George." "I'm not the milk shit you left." <br>"I know it."<br>"And I can sing, too. You ought to hear my voice." <br>Constance sat there. George began to sing. He sang "Old man River." Then he<br>sang "Nobody knows the trouble I've seen." He sang "The St. Louis<br>Blues." He Sang "God Bless America," stopping several times and laughing.<br>Then he sat down next to Constance. He said, "Connie, you have beautiful legs."<br>He asked for another cigarette. He smoked it, drank two more drinks, then put his head<br>down on Connie's legs, against the stockings, in her lap, and he said, "Connie, I<br>guess I'm no good, I guess I'm crazy, I'm sorry I hit you, I'm sorry I burned you with<br>that cigarette." <br>Constance sat there. She ran her fingers through George's hair, stroking him, soothing<br>him. Soon he was asleep. She waited a while longer. Then she lifted his head and placed it<br>on the pillow, lifted his legs and straightened them out on the bed. She stood up, walked<br>to the fifth, poured a jolt of good whiskey in to her glass, added a touch of water and<br>drank it sown. She walked to the trailer door, pulled it open, stepped out, closed it. She<br>walked through the backyard, opened the fence gate, walked up the alley under the one<br>o'clock moon. The sky was clear of clouds. The same sky full of clouds was up there. She got<br>out on the boulevard and walked east and reached the entrance of The Blue Mirror. She<br>walked in, and there was Walter sitting alone and drunk at the end of the bar. She walked<br>up and sat down next to him. "Missed me, baby?" she asked. Walter looked up. He<br>recognized her. He didn't answer. He looked at the bartender and the bartender walked<br>toward them They all knew each other.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Bukowski">Charles Bukowski</a><div class=q>
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