Seen here one of the contestants for Dimestories speaks into the microphone at A Word with You Press, which is hosting Dimestories this Friday at 6;30 at the Towers that are A Word with You Press. Check it out on FB at Dimestories.org
Billy Holder, the pablum-personality that tones down wild excesses on this site, has offered a tame story for our Wing Nuts. Indulge him, s.v.p.
Bar: Big Helyns Saloon San Clemente….back in the day 😉
by Billy Holder
I climbed out of bed this morning and thought, I’m not going to make
it, then laughed remembering all the times I felt that way.
I’ll just have to wing it. That’s what Chuck said as he swung at me.
I remember laughing at myself as I saw my tooth sticking out of his forehead, a
headbutt gone wrong.
That’s when Wanda walked in, shook her head and turned around and walked out.
For a moment I felt bad because Chuck was in love with her. A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which one never entirely recovers.
I loved her too, but like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps
little photographs of. I think this was our way of getting through our
dilemmas without having to give up our manhood or friendship.
“I don’t hate you but I’ll feel so much better when you’re not around…”
The blood flicked into my eyes from Chucks fainted jab when his foot
landed between my knees as he ended the sentence,”…Billy!”
I folded instantly but managed to grab his shirt and pull him down with me.
There was a blood trail going from my mouth, down my shirt, from my
fist to Chucks jaw, from the bar to the stools and all over Chucks
half chewed ear that I spit out to make room for my balls.
“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus!” Chuck stood up stumbled,
raised his fist and screamed, “That alone should make us love each
other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities,
we are eaten up by nothing!”
That’s when I returned the below-the-belt favor. We were a whiskied mess swirling in blood, broken beer mugs and highballs. The last thing I remember was a blood-covered Chuck
telling the officer that we were friends just sharing the prejudice of a woman, and that we shouldn’t have go to jail because they had the wrong kind of bars in there.
Billy is fondling of saying “AA is for quitters!”