I made a hell of a promise once. I promised a young dame I'd never die.
You might be thinkin' what kind a foolhardy sonovabitch says something like that. I'll tell you what kind - the kind who finds himself in love with a sweet little pixie with legs that reach all the way to the ground. A street-hardened farmboy-turned-cop with stars in his eyes who longs to know the touch of a real woman.

Jane was her name, and what she needed was a man. She'd loved and lost more times than an adult film star with a fear of success. I leaned forward across the table in the smoke filled bar, head buzzing from one too many Shirley Temples.

"I may not be a young man or a rich man, but I can promise I'll be there for you, Jane. When the going gets tough I'm the kinda guy who sees it though."

She started to sob like an inverted hyena. If tears were words, her eyes were a German dictionary, "You're a good man, but--"

"Jane, baby, tell me what's wrong."

"I can't lose you. I've lost so much."

"I've lost something too, baby. My mind. Because of you I can't think straight anymore. I try to work, but you keep barging into my thoughts like a sex-crazed Kool Aid man and I'm the only glass in town."

She welled up, "Oh Frank--"

"I'll be with you forever, sweetheart. I promise you I'll never die."

She looked at me with eyes like headlights, and headlights like two bald men fighting over a chicken wing, "Surely, you can't promise that."

"I can, toots, and don't call me Shirley."

Regrettably, it was a promise I couldn't keep.


We'll miss you, Les.
( Digeridude Lord Wellington's Beef Trapeze, Thu 2 Dec 2010, 23:51, 3 replies)

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