Pink Loon
By A. E. Howard
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It’s the first time I’ve been out of my apartment in almost four days. I have to return a form to my landlord. Finally, an excuse. The mailbox is on the corner. I get the same form every year: do you have kids under six years old, under eleven years old, and do you have peeling lead paint and window guards? I have bars on the windows; they were there when I moved in. Maybe some peeling paint, but I’m not interested in eating any of it. And I don’t think my cat is either.
Whenever I look out my window at night, I see those bars. Sometimes I grab them. Prison bars. Gotta make a break. Gotta find life on the outside.
January is a dark time of year for me. It’s my least favorite month. Cold, silent, the mounds of charcoal snow on the street corners and in front of the subway entrances are the worst. There’s the harshness of metal on metal as I release the mailbox handle. The squeal of the braking F train arriving draws me down the stairs. Navigating the subway steps places my life in the hands of the gods of a frictionless universe.
A homeless guy on the downtown F train has two Food Emporium bags on his feet, held on by two rubber bands over his shoes. Crazy, but his feet are probably drier than mine. Mine are wet and freezing. I climb up the stairs at the Second Avenue stop. Howling wind.
Hoping to find life, I see none in the dive bars lining the streets—at least not tonight. Muttering to myself as Tom Waits plays through my headphones. I take them off. Sometimes I just want to hear the sounds of the city streets.
Once again, I sit in my apartment. Only the sound of a cabbie speeding up Sixth Avenue, running lights, deliverymen clanking chains on their bicycles, securing them to posts in the snow. The shades are open. The lamp is on. The reflecting light in the window makes the outside world invisible. I see only the bars through my reflection.
And my cat still sits in the other room.
A. E. Howard
ALEXANDER HOWARD was born in White Plains, New York. He lived his first years in Japan where his father, an American, and his mother, from Greece, made their home. He attended the American School in Japan before returning to the United States. He has a BA degree with Honors from New York University and a law degree from the University of Pittsburgh School of Law. Alex is an inveterate traveler who has visited over 40 countries. He resides in New York City with his cat, Ofelia.
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Pink Loon - A. E. Howard
1
I think my cat is sick of me. She doesn’t even sit in the same room as I.
The first time I’ve been out of my apartment in almost 4 days. Have to return a form to my landlord. Finally, an excuse. The mailbox is on the corner. I get the same form every year: do you have kids under 6 years old, under 11 years old, and do you have peeling lead paint and window guards? I have bars on the windows, they were there when I moved in. Maybe some peeling paint, but I’m not interested in eating any of it, and I don’t think my cat is either.
Whenever I look out my window at night, I see those bars. Sometimes I grab them. Prison bars. Gotta make a break. Gotta find life on the outside.
January is a dark time of year for me. It’s my least favorite month. Cold, silent, the mounds of charcoal snow on the street corners and in front of the subway entrances are the worst. The harshness of metal on metal as I release the mailbox handle. The squeal of the braking F train arriving draws me down the stairs. Navigating the subway steps places my life in the hands of the gods of a frictionless universe.
A homeless guy on the downtown F train has two Food Emporium bags on his feet held on by two rubber bands over his shoes. Crazy, but his feet are probably drier than mine. Mine are wet and freezing. I climb up the stairs at the Second Avenue stop. Howling wind.
Hoping to find life, I see none in the dive bars lining the streets. At least not tonight. Muttering to myself as Tom Waits plays through my headphones. I take them off. Sometimes I just want to hear the sounds of the city streets.
Once again I sit in my apartment. Only the sound of a cabbie speeding up Sixth Avenue, running lights. Delivery men clanking chains on their bicycles, securing them to posts in the snow. The shades are open. The lamp is on. The reflecting light in the window makes the outside world invisible. I see only the bars through my reflection.
And my cat still sits in the other room.
11
B est friend from San Francisco in town for the weekend. Let’s drink beer!
We always drank, playing card games. Tradition.
Get the deck.
Looked everywhere. Couldn’t find one. No way!
What to do? If no cards, how were we gonna play a game to drink the beer?
The deli on 14th street was my go-to spot. Deli, dollar store, and Kmart all rolled into one.
What beer do they have? Coors, Miller, Bud, Corona?
They have everything, and I’m sure, playing cards.
Get a 12 pack of Miller Lite.
Hi, can I place an order for delivery?
Address?
334 East 14th street, apartment 5C.
What can I get you?
Yeah, could I get two decks of playing cards?
Playing cards? No, we don’t deliver that.
Huh? Why not?
Look, we just don’t. Quit wasting my time.
The line went dead. I stared at my phone. My friend laughed:
Hey man, just call back and order the beer.
Hi, can I place an order for delivery?
Address?
334 East 14th street, apartment 5C.
What can I get you?
Can I get a 12 pack of Miller Lite?
Sure. Anything else?
And two decks of cards.
Two decks of cards? You just called. I told you, I’m not delivering two decks of cards.
Yeah, but you’re gonna deliver the beer. Why can’t you just slip the decks into the bag? It’s not like I’m not going to pay for them.
My friend interrupted:
Man, forget about the fucking cards. Just get the beer!
I’m not delivering the cards. I told you before, stop wasting my time!