The Story Jorge Told Me in a Dirty California Bar/ Paul Kremsky
I was living with a white lady,
This was two years from now,
Long, long white lady, you know,
Yellow hair blue eyes and
Legs that went all the way, all the way
To the ground, she had these
Brown sandals that I stole for her,
But, ha ha, she thinks I buy them.
Very, very beautiful woman.
So I sleep there two three nights
In a week, maybe four times if I donıt
Find work. And she gives me money,
Food-money, clothes-money,
I was, ah, I was her boyfriend, yes?
Now, all the time, all the time,
After ha ha yes, yes, she is sleep, I am still awake,
I go and always, always I am very careful,
But I go to her dresser and I take some money,
And from her ice-box I take some food.
Because for a long time, my young sister
Rosalind was very sick, it was very hard
To give her good food all the time,
Because she was in bed and could not work,
So we had very little money for a long time.
One night I am so drunk and I
Come to ladyıs house and yeah, yes, yeah,
You know, she goes sleep, I get out of bed,
Go to drawer, you know
But this time Iım just so drunk,
She wakes up and catches me with her money.
She becomes so angry, really
Mad mad mad, yelling and all, and breaking her own
Furniture! Itıs crazy. She thinks I take
Money for another woman.
Iım not, well, ha ha, ah, yes I am,
Rosalind, though, but she would not listen.
She gets so so angry, she cuts me right
Here with a knife she has, and you can see right there
That I still have the scar. It was a bad night
Because of that and also I never get to come back
And it is a long time before I find
Something so nice.
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