…to err is human…oncet I had a parrot what kept saying that…
Monroe D. Underwood
The next night the scrawny guy didn’t go into the little tavern under the elevated line.
He ducked into an alley a few doors south of the tavern.
It was a very dark alley.
I hummed a bit of Alte Kameraden.
I followed him in.
He vanished around a corner of a building.
When I made the turn he was waiting for me.
He was pointing an accusing finger in my direction.
He said this is man who all the time following me every night.
Two shadowy figures came at me out of the darkness.
I didn’t hesitate.
I hit the first shadowy figure right between the eyes.
I stepped over him.
I hit the second shadowy figure right between the eyes.
I stepped over him.
I looked for the scrawny guy.
I wanted to hit him right between the eyes.
The scrawny guy wasn’t there.
He was out on California Avenue.
He was hollering help police and any number of ridiculous things.