Tim Fezziwig
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It was a cusp time. HS was very faded. Working sweat-jobs. Welding was a wash. Reagan broke the union. I was a poor welder. I didn't fit in with the pipe-fitters at welding school. I was friends with a light skinned brother . We exchanged books. He lent me THE PAINTED BIRD.
I ended up as a printing chump. I envisioned glossy porno being brought to life. No more eating smoke. The reality was another low-paying slug job. I stacked papers. We printed junk mail. I was nervous around the press. I shook too many thumbs the first day,
"Hey there, Rusty is the name."
Shaking a hand? A thumb?
"Hi, Skeeter at your service."
He had a claw to shake.
I worked with BIG AL. Al was a huge black guy. He had candy corn teeth. He was solid. 334lbs. We were both Oakland Raider fans. We were trying to suspend disbelief. They were now the LA Raiders.
"Al, we should go to Los Angeles. See a Raiders game."
"Alright I'll get the tickets.........................
Los Angeles 1991
I meet Al at his ranch home. We flip to see who is the driver . I win. I'm in the death-seat for the whole trip. Park. Get on plane.
Darkness. Car rental lot. We rent a blue Olds. Al takes the wheel.
" Smells different here, as if a GOD is dying slowly. Sweet-meats. Fermenting."
Al is silent. He is the "good cop."
We stop and eat. 3:10 AM. Tacos.
A cycle garrrruuummmpppss past us.
"Follow that cycle."
The Sunset Strip. Holy Holy. A stop-light. Lovely hookers.
"Hi, cop-men."
We looked like the FUZZ. A mixed couple in a rented car. Narcos.
"No, we are from Philly."
I see a bulge in her? pants as we peel the night.
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We met a brother-sister team from SF. Dark black skinned. We drank beer and stood outside our hotel rooms.
Ray spoke,
"Big game on Sun. Rice ,,,,,,,,TOUCHDOWN.Sis and I decided to road-trip. See Niners CRUSH THE RAIDDDAAAHHHSSSS."
Sister appeared in curlers. We got loaded. Late Saturday night.
Ray offers to buy breakfast. We make an odd foursome: 2 black guys, a black gal in rollers, and a white NARCO.
We feast on grease. We laugh alot. Bonding. Strangers on the Blue Bus. Los Angeles. Stars. Dope. Football? Why were we here? Los Angeles Raiders ? Oakland Raiders was the deal. 1991 and the world was already being watered down.
Ray pulls out a hundred. Waitress gets rude.
" Is this real?"
I get sad. Ray was DECENT. He bought us grease. Why dress him down? I pull out some $. We go back into the neon.
"Tim, thanks. This is not funny money. No press in my garage."
"We should buy one. Big Al and I are press-men."
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I ended up as a printing chump. I envisioned glossy porno being brought to life. No more eating smoke. The reality was another low-paying slug job. I stacked papers. We printed junk mail. I was nervous around the press. I shook too many thumbs the first day,
"Hey there, Rusty is the name."
Shaking a hand? A thumb?
"Hi, Skeeter at your service."
He had a claw to shake.
I worked with BIG AL. Al was a huge black guy. He had candy corn teeth. He was solid. 334lbs. We were both Oakland Raider fans. We were trying to suspend disbelief. They were now the LA Raiders.
"Al, we should go to Los Angeles. See a Raiders game."
"Alright I'll get the tickets.........................
Los Angeles 1991
I meet Al at his ranch home. We flip to see who is the driver . I win. I'm in the death-seat for the whole trip. Park. Get on plane.
Darkness. Car rental lot. We rent a blue Olds. Al takes the wheel.
" Smells different here, as if a GOD is dying slowly. Sweet-meats. Fermenting."
Al is silent. He is the "good cop."
We stop and eat. 3:10 AM. Tacos.
A cycle garrrruuummmpppss past us.
"Follow that cycle."
The Sunset Strip. Holy Holy. A stop-light. Lovely hookers.
"Hi, cop-men."
We looked like the FUZZ. A mixed couple in a rented car. Narcos.
"No, we are from Philly."
I see a bulge in her? pants as we peel the night.
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
We met a brother-sister team from SF. Dark black skinned. We drank beer and stood outside our hotel rooms.
Ray spoke,
"Big game on Sun. Rice ,,,,,,,,TOUCHDOWN.Sis and I decided to road-trip. See Niners CRUSH THE RAIDDDAAAHHHSSSS."
Sister appeared in curlers. We got loaded. Late Saturday night.
Ray offers to buy breakfast. We make an odd foursome: 2 black guys, a black gal in rollers, and a white NARCO.
We feast on grease. We laugh alot. Bonding. Strangers on the Blue Bus. Los Angeles. Stars. Dope. Football? Why were we here? Los Angeles Raiders ? Oakland Raiders was the deal. 1991 and the world was already being watered down.
Ray pulls out a hundred. Waitress gets rude.
" Is this real?"
I get sad. Ray was DECENT. He bought us grease. Why dress him down? I pull out some $. We go back into the neon.
"Tim, thanks. This is not funny money. No press in my garage."
"We should buy one. Big Al and I are press-men."
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