No city for old men
Joe stopped by today to replace two gardenia bushes – they are the latest and greatest “frost-free” gardenia bushes that look like shit, so I am replacing them with the tried and true ones – he asked me if I had heard of the shooting yesterday – “some kid got half his head blown off with an AK47.” I asked him what the hell is going on and he said it’s “beefing” –
Rachel – Beefing?
Joe – When I live on one block and you on the other side of the street and I come over and shoot your brother and you come over and shoot someone.
Rachel – What the hell for?
Joe – Dunno – old men like myself can’t sit on the front porch and enjoy ourselves because the young boys, no more than twenty or so, are messing it all up for the rest of us.
Rachel – Why don’t all you old men get together and do something?
Joe – Can’t do nothing. You hit them, the police get you. You shoot them, they’ll come shoot you. Police never come until the last minute, after someone already shot and dead.
Rachel – Doesn’t make any sense.
Joe – No, it sure don’t.