Anything for a Hit by Dorothy Carvello

Author:Dorothy Carvello
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Chicago Review Press
Published: 2018-12-16T16:00:00+00:00

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Around this time, Kalodner decided to reappear. He invited me to lunch and apologized for the way he had treated me. It came as a shock; no one in this business apologized, least of all Kalodner. He said I was the nicest of the nice people he had ever known, and he regretted the way he had acted. I accepted his apology. It felt nice to have him back.

On New Year’s Eve 1989, Skid Row opened for Aerosmith at the Boston Garden. I took Joey, since he was from Boston. Jason went too. When we arrived, we met up with Tim Collins, Kalodner, and his girlfriend Samantha. There we were, the dysfunctional little family, ushering in 1990 together. When we got to the Garden, Joey was already wired to the max. At some point during the show, he disappeared. I was furious. I had plenty of company, but my husband ditched me on New Year’s Eve.

After the show, Joey was nowhere in sight. I returned to an empty hotel room. Around 3:00 AM, the door creaked open and Joey stumbled through it. I flew at him, and we battled nose to nose.

“Are you high?” I demanded.

“No,” he lied.

“Who the fuck were you with?”

“None of your fucking business!”

“I’m leaving!”

As I turned to walk out of the room he picked up an ashtray and threw it at me as hard as he could. It slammed into my back. I was stunned. This was different from when Ahmet fractured my forearm. This was the man I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with. What pissed me off most was that it was a cheap shot from behind. I bolted into the hallway, called Tim Collins, and asked if I could come to his room. He kindly let me in, and I told him what happened. We agreed I should stay away from Joey for the night.

The next morning, Tim invited us to a New Year’s Day brunch in a private room. I returned to my room to shower and change. Joey was asleep. I went to the brunch alone, ashamed that this had happened to me. I hardly tasted the food as my mind raced with questions: How can I stay with a man who would do something like that? How can I end the marriage after three weeks? How would it look to everyone, especially Doug, and Ahmet, and my peers at Atlantic? What would my parents think? What would Sister Rose Ellen say? Divorce was forbidden in the Catholic Church, and I still felt that tremendous guilt. I also felt the shame of failure. Ahmet always said I couldn’t keep a man. Maybe he was right.

In the end, my ego took over. I couldn’t admit I had made the wrong choice. I couldn’t admit my marriage was a sham, finished as soon as it began. I went back to my hotel room after brunch and found Joey awake. I wanted to talk about what had happened, but I didn’t say anything.

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