Good Bye

Boy From The Wrong Side Of The Tracks died. He was 55 years old, the father of two girls, and had survived an abusive father, the sixties, and a tour in Vietnam. What he couldn’t survive was his wife walking out. He shot himself in the head, fell over into the bathtub and died long before his abusive father found him. Boy From The Wrong Side Of The Track dated my best friend and many nights we drove down dirt roads drinking rot gut and smoking pot. Sometimes he was my champion, treating me like his sister and not letting his drunken friends treat me disrespectfully, and other times he wanted to touch my breasts and even tried to force kiss me. After the drunk driver ran me down and I was left in the wheel chair, Boy From The Wrong Side Of The Track built me a ramp and came over with offers of good pot and conversation, and in his rough exterrior, I knew it killed him seeing me immobile. While I haven’t talked to him years, I will miss him.