19 AND MEET FIRST GHOST. PART II

 Continued from Part I "19 AND MEET FIRST GHOST. PART I"

I am getting weird feelings in my stomach. I have gotten that feeling only once before when serving a minor mobster some RICO Act papers. Funny how when looking back at the past, it makes you wonder how you made it so far. In Italy, they say, "Gray hairs are grown the hard way".

So it's like a movie in my head, seeing myself nineteen years old sitting there with wife then, ex wife now. Am so cocky then, and so, so tough haha. Tia Joshfina asked me for my cup, before I sucked down the chocolate left over resin. She rubs the cup, she's looking directly into the cup. She says a Latin phrase that I will hear decades later deep in the catacombs of Rome. She looks at my wife and points her nose at me and says he's a good decent man. I chirp in hell Tia, I could have told you that minute we walked into your kitchen. She giggles and whispers you Americans and your humor. She tells my wife sideways as she hands me a cup. Your husband thinks not of himself, but rather a nobler personal thought. I slowly grab her cup. Everything I can see in the room, the ceiling fan, her parrot in cage, goes into slow motion, like months ago. When on the LA 101 downtown and were involved right in the middle of deadly six car pile up. 

Two weeks later, as broken windshield glass embedded in our foreheads from the pile up starts falling out as the swelling decreases. The third floor of a building, where we have our first office, catches fire. We make it out through the stairs. Week later, tell the wife, "Let's meet you folks in Mexico DF" You think happiness right, nay dear person, it now begins. I will meet the first dead being in my life.  

To be continued as Part III