Lilly's Doghouse Revisited

This is the  Saturday night in between Good Friday and Even Better Sunday...

The Easter bunny  is going to have hidden little chocolate eggs all over my apartment.

I remember, as  about an 8 year old, going to my dad's tool room, which was also the big freezer for sides of beef room and the stacked cases of Miller Lite beer room.

I returned to  the living room with a screwdriver, and was about to start taking the screws off the back of the Zenith color TV, thinking that the Easter bunny would have thought that inside the TV would be a great place to hide eggs.

"No, the Easter  bunny wouldn't put any eggs in there," my dad said. "He wouldn't have time to open the back of our TV; he has a lot of houses to go to...he's in a hurry..."

I often try  to recollect what my state of mind was, back when I believed in a fictitious rabbit that hid candy in our house every Easter Sunday. I guess I actually believed in the thing; yet; I think the very same "voice" -that is technically the negative of a voice (since it speaks only when all other voices are silenced) was aware that, the supposition of the existence of the Easter bunny raised more questions than it answered...

As a seven  year old, it never dawned upon me to ask my parents how the Easter bunny got in our house, and even why he chose one particular brand of commercially sold chocolate eggs to hide in our living room. And, why only in our living room and how were our parents so sure that it would't have hidden some extra eggs, say in the basement...

I don't recall  ever having any persistent curiosity about the Easter bunny. Like, the day after Easter I don't think I ever wondered aloud to my parents: "I wonder what the Easter bunny does the rest of the year' or any such muses. That was probably because my attitude might have been: who cares, it doesn't bring chocolate those days, so, out of sight, out of mind, type of thing, perhaps...

That being said;  there were little chocolate eggs hidden all over my place this morning...

Jacob and I  went out to play at Lilly's this afternoon. This was unusually early for us, 4 pm. and I noticed as we were unloading our stuff and starting to walk to the spot that I had a missed call from Lilly.

I was pretty  sure that it had been her calling to protest our having played from 11:30 until after 2 a.m. the night before, and she might even have been calling to inform me that Jacob and I were hence banned from playing at the Lilly Pad for maybe a month or so, like the last time...

It really was  my fault for having gone and set up at 11:30 after Lilly had chastised me for doing such probably a year ago. I guess I was thinking that that was a year ago, and it would be alright.

In the meantime  some black guy had sat on the stoop where we play and had unpacked what looked like a barber shop out of a large backpack and I think he was intending to offer haircuts to tourists.

We should have  just walked up to him and maybe asked him if he would be cool with doing his hair thing one stoop down, so we could play there. Hindsight is 20/20.

Instead I made  the mistake of calling Lilly to inform her of the guy.

She went out  and ran him away, but then we made the mistake of showing up with our gear whilst he was refilling his backpack with hair care products and clippers and trimmers.

He basically told  us that we need not bother setting up to play because the lady had just come and told him he couldn't run his barber shop in front of her house.

To boil it  down, he said that, should we set up and be allowed to play, he was going to sue Lilly because, in his opinion "that would be racist."

The race card;  of course...

"Well, we're both  Italian," I said to the guy.

"What the f**  does that matter?!" he said.

"Exactly," I said.  "It doesn't matter what you are, it's not about race."

Then, Lilly came  out and used the matter of us having played until 2 the previous morning, as an issue to tell us we couldn't play.

I think she  was actually afraid of the guy invoking the "R" word against her, either on social media or in any other way...

We moved down  a block to the green door and had a good jam for the couple hours we had before Jacob had to go do other things...

"That would be  racist!!" What a stupid ignorant "The View" watcher he was, to have delivered that of himself..

It would be  easy to blame that on his phone, and what comes over it all day, every day.

But, at some  point it's incumbent upon the individual to figure out how he is being manipulated and just not ""go there."

He was probably  a homo, was my thought, because most black "men" under 30 just are, these days...

They must drink  the tap water, along with the likes of Alex Carter in San Jose, CA.

What a pathetic  fool that pathetic fool is. -running out the clock on his pathetic existence -desiring some blond haired Japanese guy he sees at a market where he goes; but cowering under the imagined shaming by his father, or more likely his mother. And never really "living" -not once, during his whole biological life..

I see a  lot of my contemporaries -"boomers" beset by this same plight...

Where was I? 

We are playing  really well, I'm starting to feel that familiar "audience in my hands like putty" sensation while playing and, it's about time... 

I think marijuana usage had delayed that particular evolution, the past couple decades...

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