Andy You Sonofabitch- 1/?

' Andy you sonofabitch I ought to kill you! ' My wife shouted at me. I was still in the doorway.     'We aint got the cash to buy another trumpet Andy!' She had forced me to explain why I had come home so late, after the show. I told her all about my run in with the thugs and everything that happened. The story was dotted with her interjections- ' You fool' or 'Your a moron, you don't know shit Andy!'. By the time I had finished the damn thing I was half frozen. It was 3AM and the snow had started to fall again. If I had been sober I might have succumbed to the shakes and never finished my story. She would have let me freeze. Luckily Bunny was generous and shared his bottle in the car.

'Look I had no choice but to leave it, we woulda been shot!' I pleaded. I had been begging like this far too often. ' Mary you gotta know Im tellin' ya the truth. Ill find a way to get a new trumpet.'. Her father had fronted us the money for the trumpet after I played a few bars of 'Till we meet Again' at his 50th anniversary, A month before Mary and I were to be wed. He was tossed and in a good mood. Forking over the cash directly from his pocket he made me swear I would pay him back when I was on the radio. Now I was on the radio, making little more than a dollar a week, and had no trumpet. Mary took it as a personal affront on the man.

'Bastard.'

'Baby.'

I made it inside and into the bed. 'fuck' I thought.

I passed out and watched my brain's confusion try and work things out.Dreams.