“And if one feels sympathy for the victims it's by way of thanking them for letting themselves be killed —Eugene Ionesco JACK'S ALIVE "I really don't think he's dead," I said to my three very old friends. "You what?" said Packy Delaney, dropsical now, and with only four teeth left. Elephantiasis had taken over his legs and now one thigh was the size of two. Ah time. "He don't mean it," Flossie said, dragging on and then stubbing out another in her chain of smokes, washing the fumes down with mus...catel, and never mind trying to list her ailments. ("Roaches in your liver," Flossie's doc had told her. "Go on home and die at your own speed.") Tipper Kelley eyed me and knew I was serious. "He means it, all right," said Tipper, still the dap newsman, but in a 1948 double-breasted. "But of course he's full of what they call the old bully-bull-bullshit because I was there. You know I was there, Delaney." "Don't I know it," said the Pack. "Me and Bones McDowell," said the Tip. "Bones sat on his chest." "We know the rest," said Packy.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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