2 Jul 2023 1:30 pm
I can’t ever look at AOC without remembering Reggie and his MG. I had a car, but not an MG convertible, and Reggie was a Kansas City native, and knew all the places to go find adventure.
One evening Reggie decided I needed to see the Argentine district. He cautioned me everybody in there would be brown, and would be carrying a knife, and to mind my manners.
One of the talents I gained growing up was learning to play eight ball first, then graduating on to playing snooker. That little bar in the Argentine only had a quarter eight ball table, and I was the only snooker grade pool shot in the bar, so I played eight ball as long as I wanted.
A young Latin boy about my age, came up and asked if he and his gorgeously dark eyed, raven black haired girlfriend with legs that reached all the way to the floor could play pool and I gave up the table and sat and nursed a beer and watched her lean over the table while she played pool.
She never once looked back, but as she left with her friend, she scribbled a note to an old, half drunk man who seemed to know her well.
The old man approached me, like he was half afraid I’d hurt him. He handed me her note
Meet me at 7 pm tomorrow at Miquel’s
I love your hat
I showed the note to Reggie as proof nobody should ever leave home without a hundred dollar Stetson
Reggie replied I was a stupid red neck wearing a fancy cowboy hat and fancy boots and it was time for us to leave the **** bar before I got him killed.
Before I left the old man gave me directions to Miguel’s and he assured me the girl was from a good family, who lived down the street.
Reggie was a good friend, good enough to find and hide my car keys and organize my other friends from letting me go to the Argentine the next night at 7.
But as the clock passed the hour, I wondered if she was waiting alone at Miquel’s
Or was her boyfriend waiting outside, too?
One evening Reggie decided I needed to see the Argentine district. He cautioned me everybody in there would be brown, and would be carrying a knife, and to mind my manners.
One of the talents I gained growing up was learning to play eight ball first, then graduating on to playing snooker. That little bar in the Argentine only had a quarter eight ball table, and I was the only snooker grade pool shot in the bar, so I played eight ball as long as I wanted.
A young Latin boy about my age, came up and asked if he and his gorgeously dark eyed, raven black haired girlfriend with legs that reached all the way to the floor could play pool and I gave up the table and sat and nursed a beer and watched her lean over the table while she played pool.
She never once looked back, but as she left with her friend, she scribbled a note to an old, half drunk man who seemed to know her well.
The old man approached me, like he was half afraid I’d hurt him. He handed me her note
Meet me at 7 pm tomorrow at Miquel’s
I love your hat
I showed the note to Reggie as proof nobody should ever leave home without a hundred dollar Stetson
Reggie replied I was a stupid red neck wearing a fancy cowboy hat and fancy boots and it was time for us to leave the **** bar before I got him killed.
Before I left the old man gave me directions to Miguel’s and he assured me the girl was from a good family, who lived down the street.
Reggie was a good friend, good enough to find and hide my car keys and organize my other friends from letting me go to the Argentine the next night at 7.
But as the clock passed the hour, I wondered if she was waiting alone at Miquel’s
Or was her boyfriend waiting outside, too?