Oh, Paulie, he could talk about writing for hours. One day after Thanksgiving we had a seven-hour lunch (and I caught a cold when the waiter mixed our drinks up). Yeah, that's the kind of guy old Paulie is. A confirmed bachelor with wall-to-wall books in his apartment. There might be a few DVDs mixed in too. He keeps the rest at Dino's in a space he rents out.
He used to write plays, but his farmer of a Dad said that wouldn't pay the bills. In fact, he's had lots of jobs over the decades.
There was a time, long before I was born. I can only imagine just how he was. Friends with musicians and other intellectuals, no less..going places, out to a late-night party and then some. He even ran an X-rated movie house (actually two, one in Omaha and in Council Bluffs).
A coworker friend and I have often thought he was gay, but he won't say and we won't dare ask. Although, his partner recently died and he had to sell the house. But he seems OK. He still has plenty of friends. After all, he does like to socialize. And every couple of months we get together at his favorite place, Village Inn...for a very long lunch.
Naturally, he talks of people and places and how life used to be. He still gets to San Francisco. Even during a pandemic. That Paulie, he's gonna write a book one day. Hopefully, I won't have to type it.
[based on someone I know].
(Leo Lou)
A born writer.
ReplyDeleteLinda historia, te mando un beso
ReplyDeleteIt might be an interesting book.
ReplyDeleteGood :-)
ReplyDeletePaulie sounds like a real character! I'm not surprised that he's based on someone you know. Anyway, you write about him beautifully, painting a portrait of a true artist. I love this sentence; it speaks volumes: "He used to write plays, but his farmer of a Dad said that wouldn't pay the bills." Damn the man, ha ha ha.
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