Also taking place on the 15th of June was a total Lunar Eclipse. ‘G’s lunch crowd had thinned out and no one else was in the bar except an old timer nursing his cranberry and Vodka. “Why are you so down RJ?” “Where do I start G?”
“Start with what bugs you the most,” said ‘G’ as she poured me a black and tan. Holding my head in my hands, I said, “I talked to Candy on Wednesday, we met up at a Bar & Grill in Valley Stream and she told me that she couldn’t go out with me during the weekend, …we made plans but it all fell through.”
I took a swallow of the Guiness & Stella Artois black and tan and continued my commiseration.
“Apparently some kind of investigation is going on at NCMC (hospital) the place where Candy works, she is an Administrator.
Anyway some guy walked out of the hospital in a hospital gown and an I.V. pole with his I.V. attached to it after an emergency gall bladder surgery to a convenience store on Hempstead Turnpike. This guy was holding a 20 dollar bill when the police came to take him back to the hospital after the cashier rung him up for a pack of cigarettes.”
‘G’ giggled without remorse for my situation, “a guy I never met fucked up my weekend plans with Candy.” ‘G’ said, “OK did you make new plans?” “Wow, no shit ‘G’ I did…but not before my night with Candy would prove entertaining, eventful and stressed.”
‘G’ laughed as I went on with the details, “Candy said this guy had been brought in the night before with all kinds of pain radiating throughout his chest, the exam revealed his gall bladder was messing him up.
‘G’ this fool was at a biker bar in East Meadow partying his ass off, drinking shots of something made with some hot ass, semi-toxic nuclear hotwing sauce, Black Haus and Orange liquer. The investigation wants to find out how he got past the nurses station, two security posts and a security guard.”
I had another swallow of beer and told ‘G’ “A friend of Uncle Timmy came up from Louisiana, Cyndi, (I met her 6 years ago) came to visit her family in Inwood and wanted to come out to join me for an hour or two, I told her I was with Candy but she could join us anyway.”
‘G’ got the old timer another cranberry and Vodka, then got back to me and asked what happened next. “Well Cyndi caught up with ‘Biker Bob’ who she hadn’t seen in a year, she got on the juke box, rocked out the place with a mix of new and old tunes and then had so many shots of different liquors, it was apparent Cyndi was totally torn up.
Her ride left her and Biker Bob was not putting her on the back of his chromed out Harley. Then Candy appealed to me in a subtle way to take Cyndi home.”
‘G’ said “How’d she get you to do that RJ?” “Candy put her tazer on my groin and said ‘get her out of here’. But it got worse ‘G’, on the way to Inwood she wanted a bottle of wine.
The liquor store manager locked the door as I was entering and said he was closed. So I got to a local beer distributor who was being held up while we were on our way to the counter with a case of beer.
It was weird, Cyndi dropped her purse, threw up and fell backward on me, holding the case of beer, the crook, a Hispanic teen punk slipped on the vomit and gashed his head open. The beer distributor must have been family owned because two employees, I assume, proceeded to stomp the shit out of this guy while the female cashier calmly rang up my transaction. I got the beer and Cyndi in the car, got Cyndi in her house and went back to Candy all in about half hour ‘G’.”
“What day was this” ‘G’ chimed. I said “Wednesday, the day of the Lunar Eclipse.” ‘G’ said, “boy you had an eventful day.” I told ‘G’ “that wasn’t the end of it.” ‘G’ was pouring me another black and tan as I finished the first.
“Well what else happened RJ?” “I got back to the bar and grill, Candy was still there and wanted to know what took me so long, so I told her. As we got to doing some more catching up on past events a guy called Big Jake came in with his boys and started buying shots for everybody.”
By now the Old Timer is looking at me like I’m some sort of asshole, the old timer, Ned got closer and said “pardon me but I can’t help but hear this…don’t let me interrupt.” I said OK as ‘G’ grinned listening for more. I said “This guy Jake is throwing money around like it’s going out of style when one of the local shady bar babes comes in and gets Jake to buy her a few drinks, Liza is known to all who frequent the place and Levi, a short man with a Napoleon complex, gave Jake a warning about Liza he did not heed.”
‘G’ poured herself some coffee as I rambled on, I said “Jake gave Liza a $100 dollar bill to go to the local deli around the corner to get cigarettes. Liza and Rikki (Liza’s slut buddy and partner in nastiness) disappeared and never came back. Jake was pissed off and on his way out the back door with his posse when Levi harped on him about how dumb he was. Jake blew up and cursed out Levi who got intimidated by Jake’s size, Levi got into a karate stance.
Before Levi could finish saying ‘Let’s Go’, Jake had spun him around and kicked him in the ass and out of the door which had been opened by a member of Jake’s posse. The bartender, a new young girl, Katt, attempted to call the police when a female patron snatched the phone out of Katt’s hand and said that she would call the owner. It was amazing that Levi only had minor bruises as he worked his way out of the dumpster in the parking lot as Jake drove off.”
‘G’ asked, “did you stay there?” “No, Candy went home, I went away for the weekend and tried to forget everything.” The old timer bought me another beer and wondered if I had pissed off any voodoo women or other bad spirit.
“No but when I got back from the weekend I found out more crazy shit went on and I blame it on the full moon and the Lunar Eclipse.” I left ‘G’ and went home to crash. On the way I got a message from Ruby. I hadn’t heard from Ruby in ages.
When I got home I called Ruby who told me about some old acquaintances from the past who recently were indicted for fraud. The transactions involved money laundering when these ‘acquaintances’ owned a bar. So much for coincidence, when the moon is in eclipse mode, when assholes and false prophets lament the end of the world did not take place and stupidity takes place all around, I know it’s time to lock myself in the house and watch baseball.
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