PARADOXIA by Lunch Lydia

Author:Lunch Lydia [Lydia, Lunch]
Language: spa
Format: epub
ISBN: 9788496614376
Amazon: 8496614379
Publisher: MELUSINA
Published: 2008-12-15T05:00:00+00:00

The garbage between the front and back building seemed to ebb and flow. A couple of middle-aged bums had taken up camp in the firebombed remnants of the tenements flanking either side of my apartment. Shadows from candlelight would perform ghoulish dances under the night sky. The scent of kerosene lamps, their greasy pungency mingling with the neighbors’ rice and beans lent a Third World smell to the new ten-foothigh pile of trash stewing in the courtyard. The old Puerto Rican widow on the third floor had painted a pink crucifix on her door, frightened by recent events. First the suicide of the previous tenant whose apartment Johnny and I now inhabited (our presence alone enough to warrant curses), then the bums, then the rumors spread by the landlady who claimed to have seen giant snakes, massive boa constrictors, slithering through the landfill of debris. The landlady never thought to simply have the junk hauled away. Her apartment itself, a testimonial to trash collection. Every surface, including the prerequisite bathtub in the kitchen, was loaded ceiling-high with old TV Guides, Variety, the New York Post, cereal-box tops, record covers, coupons, clippings, cutouts, clothes, mail correspondence, empty tissue boxes, cracked plates, bent silverware, hairbrushes, nail clippers, Coke cans, and candy-bar wrappers. In short, a total pigsty. Haven for roaches.

Johnny and I had been cooped up in our cave for a couple of months. The honeymoon was on the wane. We were driving each other nuts. His hot Irish temper, maniacal jealousy, rampant voyeurism driving me crazy. He couldn’t stand me turning tricks unless he came along. Hated it when I’d sneak out with my girlfriend Connie, but wanted to hear every detail. Loved watching me get fucked by every prick that made me itch so he had something to yell at me about. Horrible arguments turned into foreplay.

One lazy summer night I decided to run down to the corner store to refuel our supplies. Marlboros and vodka. A couple cans of Coke. Hershey’s bar or two. He was pissed when I refused to change before leaving the house. It was fine if I wanted to flaunt myself in all manner of provocative dress, as long as he was leading the parade. But dare I depart the fetal cave in simple black mini and thigh-high boots without him, I was doomed to interminable discussions whose frenzied ravings would rattle the rooftops.

One night just to piss him off even further after yet another ridiculous tirade, I slammed the door and ran across the street to fuck the Jewish/Puerto Rican jazz musician who I’d been stalking since we’d first moved in. Quick thirty-minute fuck and suck.

Upon returning I found Johnny passed out on the floor. Two empty bottles of Seconals washed down with a fifth of Smirnoff. No idea how many caps he had swallowed. Didn’t know whether it was just a drunken attempt to impress, that perhaps he had only taken a few and hid the rest, hoping to incur sympathy, or a melodramatic suicide attempt, in keeping with the apartment’s tradition.

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