THEY BEAT HIS ASS AND STOLE HIS SHOES
I was riding in her car,
north, up to Perth.
We’d talked about this and that,
bullshit mostly.
Then she turned to me and said,
“I have a friend.
A really, really big guy.
The abbos beat the shit out of him.”
“yeah?” I asked.
“yeah, and they stole his shoes.
Like, size seventeen,
but they stole them anyway.”
She turned over to me for a few moments,
as though the part about the shoes
was of the utmost importance.
I looked away for a minute,
then looked back and said, “hmm.”
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