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Geno's Roaches
On youth's restless green puff. I rode a southbound Greyhound bus Everything I owned stuffed into one duffel bag. Forty-eight hours plus on Highway X. I arrived in darkness and settled for the first dive I could find. One dingy room with peeling pink walls. With a large painting of a red heart against black. I assumed somebody pretending to be Peter Max. The next night-I popped into "Geno's bar", to watch a football game. There was a handful of locals-nobody spoke. I bellied up at the end of the bar From my angle, I saw hordes of cock roaches racing over hot dogs. I was young and beyond hungry but settled for the vending machine. Somebody would order; Geno would reach for a hot dog, I think the roaches were trained because they'd promptly jump off. By the time the dogs reached the bar top They were sizzling, juicy, roach-free, and red hot. Old Geno shakily handed them their roach dogs. I was the newest guy on the block and didn't want to bug bomb his loyal patrons. I guessed that the infestation was our dirty little secret, Geno winked and handed me a free beer before halftime, I thanked him and guzzled the warm brew down. I got up to leave as the game was a blowout. I said so long to Geno and his roaches and promptly blew town.
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