[lit-ideas] Re: FRIDAY'S MEDITATION
- From: Paul Stone <pas@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2007 00:34:00 -0500
At 12:29 AM 1/13/2007, you wrote:
I saw Norman today, walking down the street I live on. I was
driving the opposite direction. Norman used to be at least five
feet tall, now he's more like four eight or so, or maybe it was just
the bent-overness. He's still as dark as espresso and lean as a
whippet though. I waved at him but apparently he's still so
absorbed in his own world that he doesn't see anything unless it
bumps into him. I used to work alongside him at Overton Square. A
complex of bars and restaurants and retail shops. Norman was the
crew chief of the janitorial staff. I was the maintenance
man. That was some thirty years ago, or so. Norman was known as
HNIC. That's what his fellow workers called him because he was
their immediate supervisor. HNIC meant 'Head Nigger In Charge'. If
any one of the others told another what to do, the invariable
response was, "Who made you HNIC?" There was a period of time,
about three weeks as I remember, when Norman wasn't HNIC. He had
gotten drunk and beat up his wife pretty bad. Stupid of him to then
have fallen asleep. His wife boiled up a pot of water and poured it
on his back as he slept. He was out for 3 weeks. I was astonished
at the violence in his life and his cavalier attitude towards
it. He shrugged. He had it coming to him, he said.
HNIC here stands for "hockey night in Canada", a Saturday tradition
that well, stands for all we stand for. It's a pity that acronym was
filched for such a despicable moniker.
HHICOF [head hoser in charge of fuckall]
p
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Paul Stone
pas@xxxxxxxx
Leamington, ON. Canada
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