Blkrubbersoul
05-27-2008, 04:39 AM
I brought in my father's old loafers to a shoemaker from Beirut who lived
down the street from me named Imu.
"Hey Imu."
"You got your hair cut?"
"Yeah."
"I don't really like it."
Imu had alopecia, so it was just hair envy.
"Could you do something with these shoes? The soles are kind of coming loose."
"Yeah, I'll fix them."
I put the box on the table.
An old, dusty baige box.
"These are nice. These are 1,200 dollar shoes. They yours?"
"No, they're my father's."
"He gave them to you?"
"Well, I took them. He's dead."
Imu took his glasses off.
"Mike Cornett? Dead? When did this happen?"
"About two hours ago."
The shoes were ready that afternoon.
I picked them up, cashed my Government "shut up" check then drove to North Carolina to go camping with a girl who invited me online.
A girl I don't even know.
down the street from me named Imu.
"Hey Imu."
"You got your hair cut?"
"Yeah."
"I don't really like it."
Imu had alopecia, so it was just hair envy.
"Could you do something with these shoes? The soles are kind of coming loose."
"Yeah, I'll fix them."
I put the box on the table.
An old, dusty baige box.
"These are nice. These are 1,200 dollar shoes. They yours?"
"No, they're my father's."
"He gave them to you?"
"Well, I took them. He's dead."
Imu took his glasses off.
"Mike Cornett? Dead? When did this happen?"
"About two hours ago."
The shoes were ready that afternoon.
I picked them up, cashed my Government "shut up" check then drove to North Carolina to go camping with a girl who invited me online.
A girl I don't even know.