Postcard

By David Bellarosa

Well I'll tell ya tiny Tim it seems like just yesterday you and me were out chasin women and gettin into fights. Gettin into it together. Hell, I'll bet those were our best days. Now I'll settle for a diner burger and a shoeshine on a pair a sneakers. Cool your jets and have a seat man. I don't read the paper anymore and I'm tired a telling ya all my news, I ain't got none no more. Wish I had some of that money we spent now though boy. I'll tell ya, I'd go out and buy some meat. Can't eat meat if you can't go out and get it and bring it home. Things are bad all over. Price a gas is down but milks up. Costs more to milk a cow these days than to take oil out the ground and refine it. I'm thinking of gettin me my own but I can't afford the grass and that's probably why nobody's comin over anymore. Saw Maria the other day. You ever settle the score with her? Said she's doin fine. I woulda had a run at her if you didn't. She's still got that smile and a nice set of wheels. Told her I won the lottery. You remember that time we got that flat tire? You still shootin guns? Well, I'll let you go. Let me know how you're at and where you are with it all. And no man I didn't win the lotto. If I did you know I'd take care of you. Remember our deal? You still playing? Odds are tough but I love the action. Maybe the next letter will come with a big fat check in it. Wouldn't that be nice. Tell me about all of it.

Your friend in Rhode Island,

Teddy

PS. Is Oscar still alive? He was a good dog.