Maggie Cassidy (Annotated) by Jack Kerouac

Maggie Cassidy (Annotated) by Jack Kerouac

Author:Jack Kerouac
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BookBaby
Published: 2013-10-31T16:00:00+00:00


23

Morning is when the slackened sleep faces of the children of God must be righted, rubbed and waked up… .

All that day Sunday I mourn in my room, in the parlor with the papers, Lousy comes to see me and sympathizes with my face making long drawn glooms on his own (“In your old town there is nothing much to talk about except the old saying, ‘Dead,’” he said actually) but only in between excited reports of everything that’s meanwhile been happening—“Zagg—guess what?—Mouse and Scotty got real mad the other night and had a big wrestling match at Vinny’s, they almost wrecked the stove, Scotty almost killed him—We played basketball with the North Common Panthers Saturday afternoon when you was resting?—I let em have it, you babe—Seven basket two fouls—sixteen points—I just showed them one of my one-hand side shots, zeet? See M.C. last night at the track meet? I was with my mother’n father at my uncle’s—I had a nice girl to talk to, you babe—I said I was gonna bite her ear off—She said eek!—Hee hee—Barney McGillicuddy O’Toole was hot Satty, eleven points himself, one a long shot from midcourt, but that team wont be the same, Zagg, till you play again—”

“I will now—I’m through with all this love shit”—

“Kid Belgium Yanny scored two points by god!”

“Who?”

“G.J. That’s the new name I gave him. Call me ‘Sam.’ That’s my new name. Kindhearted Belgium they also call me. Was M.C. at the meet?”

“Pauline Yeah.”

“I see her study periods. Jean,” using my French name, “she could even knock out Joe Louis51 just by lookin at him.”

“I know,”—sadly.

“Damn! We shoulda never gone to that damn Rex New Year’s Eve! Everything changed since then! Even me!”

“Take it easy, Kid Sal Slavos Len!”

“Well ga-dammit I’m mad!” jumping off the bed with the sudden furious funny small-eyed rage of a mad cat. “Eh? Mad! Hey Zagg?”

“Kill em, Sal, dont let em get you down.”

“I’ll bury em a mile deep!” Lousy swung at the air. “King of the Tits!”

The rest of the gang filed into my room, my mother’d let them in from the front; it was gray Sunday, symphonies on the radio, papers on the door, Pop snoring in his chair, roast beef in the oven.

“Good old Belgium!” yelled Vinny embracing Lousy. “Scot, show Zagg your contract. He made out a contract to make us promise to help him buy that car next summer.”

“Beware if not signed—Signed, the Unknown, that’s what it says, Zagg,” put in Gus who also was gloomy this day, green, quiet, musing.

Lousy had his fists up before him. “Fight? Fight?”

“The contract?” chuckled Scotty showing his cunning gold tooth. “We will discuss the deal under a few liquidoriums.”

With a cat’s furious rage raining sweats Lousy was still dancing shadowboxing.

G.J. looked up. “Did you bring that paper Vinny?”

“No—the storm stopped me, I threw it away.” Snow outside.

“Lookout!”

G.J. jumped up suddenly with his knife, and placed it in Vinny’s back. “The bastid! He’ll get shithouse and kill us all!” screamed Vinny.

“Just like Billy



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