THE INFORMATION #803 SEPTEMBER 26, 2014

THE INFORMATION #803
SEPTEMBER 26, 2014
Copyright 2014 FRANCIS DIMENNO
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If you choose bad companions, no one will believe that you are anything but bad yourself.–Aesop 
WHEN THIS WORLD CATCHES FIRE
BOOK THREE: SAVAGE NOXTOWN
CHAPTER NINE: PART TWENTY-NINE: THE MAYOR OF HELL
My friends. I haven’t mentioned them. Let’s see: There was Moochie and
Noodles and Junebug…and Killer.
Moochie was a fat kid, always eatin’, and he warn’t too particular
about where he got his vittles from. He was a red faced kid with
freckles, his hair all a-frizz, and dressed in his paw’s cast-offs,
which were at least three sizes too large–his Paw was also a big
eater as had the map of Ireland written all over his face–a
hod-carrier who drank his pay every Friday until his wife, a real
meat-jawed specimen her own self, arranged for the pay packet to go
terreckly to her. They would have fights–epic battles as would make
the neighbors want to pull up a chair for a ringside seat. It was
better than Jack Johnson versus the Great White Hope.
Noodles was a dumb kid with a bowl haircut and thatch-blond hair. He
was so dumb he would do nearly any foolishness you dared him to do.
Which mostly involved lots of jumping from high buildings. Or playing
on the roofs of tumbledown shacks and breaking his arms and legs. As
he grew older he discovered a new amusement. He was always playin’
with himself. The little girls all told him to stay away. He was the
relative of someone high up in government, though, and later on became
an alderman. I think he even ran for Lieutenant Governor, though I
disremember.
Junebug was the toughest little punkinheaded scallywag I ever met.
Most folks called him “Pick,” or “Nigger Boy John,” but we didn’t. We
knew better. he would of whipped our asses. He didn’t run with us too
often, because he belonged on the colored side of the tracks, but
whenever he bumped up against us he always challenged us to a
fistfight. All three of us. When we’d say no, he’s come up with all
kinds of schemes, which usually involved stealing corn liquor from a
hidey-hole off in the woods somewheres or making off with a horse and
wagon just for the sheer thrill of it. I would say he was a very bad
influence on us all.  Speaking of Jack Johnson, I heerd Junebug ended up
for a spell at the Black and Red Carnival, where folks would try to
bean him with a baseball, and later he worked his way up to “Stay five
minutes in the ring with The Champ,” where he took a lot of hard
knocks and finally had to turn to geekin’, or so I’m told by some
folks as didn’t much like him. Other folks say he  either became a
pimp or a piano player, or maybe both.
Killer was kind of a sissyboy. His real name was Angelo Morelli. He
insisted we call him Killer, and though it usually don’t work out that
way, the name stuck. He was a black-headed boy with his hair combed
back with bear grease, and he imitated his older brothers, all of whom
were tough guys, but he himself was a weedy, scrawny-built feller all the
same, and when he couldn’t win a fight by fair means, he would make a
yob back off by kicking and biting and scratching. Y’know what
happened to him? I’ll tell you, in a minute.
Anyway, Red Mary was none too happy to learn I was running with them
toughs, as she would call them, even though they was only boys like
myself. No better than they had to be, but none of them truly bad at
heart, except maybe for Killer.
“Stop acting like a baby. When you are in my house,” said she, “Ye
need to follow my rules.”
“Well, I won’t be IN your house, then,” thought I; but all I said in
response to that was “Yes’m.”
But she would learn I was still running with that same old gang, and
getting into trouble, and she  would give me a tongue lashing: “Are ye
stupid, Yob? Everything I say to you, you either ignore me, or you do
it all wrong. I told you this would happen. I told you I didn’t like
them boys you were running with. They’re full of sass, and they’re
disrespectful to boot. Am I gwine to have to take a strap to you? God
knows I don’t want to, but I will do it.”
At which point I would make a whistling sound between the gap in my
teeth which I thought was cute. It drove Red Mary into a rage, though.
Which was probably the real reason I done it.  “You don’t need to
spend so much time with them boys. If you keep acting up, you will
never see your friends again. You need to try harder to be good and
not cause me any more worriment.”
Et cetera and so on.
Do ye believe in destiny, Yob? Every man is born to be what he will
become and circumstances can only delay a man’s ultimate fate, ner
change it.  Sussing out your fate is a bit of know-how nobody should
be without. That broken down man you saw on the street, begging for a
nickel? You may not know it to look at him, but that’s what’s left of
Angelo Morelli, as was once the biggest Mobster on the whole East
Side. A real bully-boy him, as kept the lugs down by the docks in his
pants pockets and had him all kinds of cute tricks up his sleeve to
make sure they stayed there. But the Feds got him on a racketeering
charge, and he got out of jail a broken man after twenty years of
making little ones out of big ones. You may night know it to look at
him, but that man was from a good family, his father being a Doctor
and all, and beloved by the whole neighborhood.  The son looked like
he was going to follow in the footsteps of his Paw, but there was
something in his blood as made him into a tin-pot Caesar, and he went
down the wrong path, the very one that led to his ruination.
1*SALUTATION
RAYMOND SCOTT
SOOTHING SOUNDS FOR BABY
2*REFERENCE
THE 50 WEIRDEST MOVIES EVER MADE
3*HUMOR
HARVEY KURTZMAN ON TUMBLR

4*NOVELTY

FILM: PITTSBURGH 1904
ALSO SEE:
FILM: SAN FRANCISCO 1906
5*AVATAR OF THE ZEITGEIST
THE REAL JACK THE RIPPER
ALSO SEE:
ANNE PERRY: MURDERESS
6* DAILY UTILITY
RADIO SHACK MILE FILE FOR BANKRUPTCY
7*CARTOON
OSWALD THE LUCKY RABBIT
ELMER THE GREAT DANE
8*PRESCRIPTION
MAN’S LIFE MAGAZINE
9*RUMOR PATROL
NEW  TARGET ANTI-UNION VIDEO
10* LAGNIAPPE

SAMMY DAVIS JR. ON DRUMS AND VIBES

11* DEVIATIONS FROM THE PREPARED TEXT: A REVIEW OF OTHER MEDIA

SHAKESPEARE RAP
Macbeth is a pussy,
Hamlet is a punk;
Richard is a hunchback,
And Falstaff is a drunk.
CONTROVERSIES IN POPULAR CULTURE.
761. WANNADIE
Vitamins for depressed people.
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