National Junkie Day in Hartford Will Schmitz
Carmello has been fantasizing at his saw all week. He thinks he can live off the street, buy a hunk of smack, Cut it up, take his need and still get his front money back. This afternoon, our friendly fence is bringing by the piece Carmello is going to use for his protection. If he wins The lottery today (the Puerto Rican, not the state’s) He can set it up. The numbers roll around and he loses. Willy, our other sawyer, comes back from lunch Loaded on a half pint of rum & Cuts the top of his thumb off. A crisis has been inaugurated (Willy dashed like a chicken across the floor of the shop Spurting blood until he got to the loading dock and fainted.) And Carmello is squeezed back Into worrying about how to keep on feeding himself And his family.
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