Tuesday, May 12, 2015

The Super



Dawn came sooner than expected. It felt like I just closed my eyes, but the clock on the wall told a different story. Each night it’s a crap shoot, whether you get enough sleep. Too much you feel like crap; too little and you feel just as bad. So you ride the wave, taking what you can get. Preparing yourself for the madness that morning brings. Hopefully, you have gotten enough to deal. For five years, I have lived in this dusty one bedroom apartment that I pay entirely too much for. To catch a break on the rent, I double as the super. Yeah, I am pretty handy with a pair of vise-grips, a roll duct tape, and can of WD-40. It had been reasonably quiet in the building until about six months ago.


That’s when this stubby sort of a man in 4B, starting giving me grief. Normally, I have nothing against stubby people, I've known a few of them over them the years and generally, they are pleasant people. However, this jackass needs to be shot.  Oops, I promised my mother I would give up profanity for lent. Well, stop shaking your head. Giving up profanity happens to be a big deal for me. So there …. 

6 comments:

  1. You have such a realistic, comfortable way of writing, as if I were sitting on your shoulder as you recalled a story and told others. I just love it. Your style adds a raw element of texture to your work. Such believability. Well done on the Weeble-People story, Mangus. xo

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  2. This is such a different take than what I normally look for. But this piece reminds me living back in New York. Good post.

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  3. I agree with Muffy. There is a very lyrical flow in the words you chose which keeps up locked into what you have to say.

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  4. Yep, you paint such a vivid picture. So, what is going to happen to the stubby guy, I wonder?

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  5. Mangus you thoroughly have described the character of a super doing this job to supplement his income for survival. It is a very realistic description, believable too. I would like to read more. I had a job like this when I lived in San Francisco. Similar experience happened to me..

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  6. excellently written and described tease

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