White Rain by Joel Canfield

Author:Joel Canfield [Canfield, Joel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: joined at the hip inc.
Published: 2019-12-20T22:00:00+00:00

L.A.

Flying really sucks.

I’m not going to launch into a whole horrible stand-up routine about cramped airline seats giving me cramps (ha, ha) or about how checking baggage costs more than the flight (hee, hee), but, Jesus, airlines have really gone to the dark side over the past decade or so. Somewhere along the way, they figured out how to charge you for every single little thing except breathing…but, even then, I understand there are some talks going on about opening a premium oxygen section (chortle, chortle).

The kid and I were on our way to the Los Angeles fundraiser, which I couldn’t believe was still a thing. After the New York bombing, I thought maybe Senator Eddie and his pals might take a little breather while law enforcement figured out who was trying to blow them up, but no, Howard gave the kid a call and let him know the event was going forward.

So, that morning before dawn, I kissed Angela and the dog goodbye in that order, and we headed for the Richmond airport. I had that foggy, pinched feeling in my head I always got when I didn’t get enough sleep, but knew it would pass once I had a few Coke Zero SUGARS on the plane, providing they actually stocked that shit.

But I couldn’t bitch too much about flight conditions or my semi-exhausted state. At least I was still breathing.

I was pretty sure what I had a few days before was either a mild heart attack or a warning sign that a bigger one was on the way. But I kept my mouth shut about it. That was why I stayed seated in the Davidson home office for about a half-hour after it hit, trying to hold it together and not let anyone know I was experiencing anything out of the ordinary. Yeah, anybody with any sense would have told me to hightail it to the doctor or even the Emergency Room. Sense, however, wasn’t welcome in this particular situation.

The fact was, I had to come through on the fundraisers or Angela would never be rid of big fat Duds, the mountain who walked like a man. Any health issue, real or not, would be perceived by the dear boy as a scam to get out of my end of the deal. Besides, within a few minutes of the attack, the pain in my chest was gone and I was okay. So, as long as I could function, the doctors could wait. Who the hell knew what they would do with me if I showed up for an exam? They might send me right into surgery and that would fuck up my obligations to Duds.

I knew whatever was wrong had to be the result of the ordeal of getting out of the Community. After all, it changed my hair color. But I couldn’t obsess about it. I had to take it easy and follow through on what I had to do. So not a word to Angela, the kid, even the dog.

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