Old Man Big Bird (And His Apartment) A Short Story of Aging

The old man (Stan), they called him Big Bird, he stood six feet six, in the apartment three, Second floor, flat side, sat in his room, per night, after returning from the bar, the paper tries to read, according to television, a bottle of whiskey on his side to an end table, a pack of cigarettes, a bottle of whiskey, when the ashtray was, he had to drink quite a spell, but began, it was their 76-year of this earth .

Every day he would go to the bar to eat his lunch lunch, a stroll up and down Rice Street (St. Paul, Minnesota), and then go to his apartment, in the alley, and take a nap, then back up about five clock, and drink, back to his home between 9:00 clock and 11:00 clock and turn on the television, loud, and then start that the routine I have just mentioned. He lived in the apartment for fifteen years. Big Bird, screamed at anyone who tried to stop his routine, not for his family, all that much, his children seemed to get on the nerves when they came to visit him, and when his daughter to clean his apartment, he 'd leave so that he turned into a confrontation with her.

Sometimes, he would opt for a few days and Mr. Murphy, who owned the three-Plex house, he had bought it five years ago, and would simply say that if released one of their children and ask where he was,

"We'd not seen him in days I let him know that you are, 'and that was the rule that, because Mr. Murphy knew his tenants are not want to be bothered with his minor children, or anyone for that matter, and for the most part, he did not blame Big Bird, they came only with claws, a little, and the old man was smarter than they thought.

It would be

, or at least it was that Mr. Murphy, Big Bird did not want a disaster in his old age, the common core of humanity to appease, had strayed away from him long ago, like a small child with his parents when they grow up. He also is not the offense to his children or persons in particular, but he was growing old and weak, and his ways were strange, if not steep, and he liked it that way. but

again according to the television at night, and his drinking and smoking, he pie-eyed night that something dirty devil, and he cried out loud as it seemed that he was fighting with his demon. Mr. Murphy, lived in an apartment two in front of his apartment, and heard that night, and Big Bird would open the windows so that a storm, its rain, wind and in winter, snow, to circulate his apartment, sometimes Mr. Murphy would have to and close it, Big Bird never locked his place, he had a tough time finding his keys. So he set out with Big Bird, if he smoked, he could not drink in his room, and if he is to drink , he could not smoke in his room. Well, he chose to drink, and quit smoking, so that for a while, then he started to slowly back. It was not easy to make: he just wanted to do what he wanted, a bit of a man moved, perhaps, or maybe he thinks, "Why not now, at my age, it is bad enough, just too old."

Despite all this, what bothers Mr. Murphy the most was the television and light is on all night long, and it passed in this sofa chair from him. I think that Mr. Murphy paid the cost of energy, not its people.

"Sir," said Mr. Murphy, the Big Bird from his apartment a morning , at noon, he was at that time the most sober of the day, and he said bluntly, but also clumsy, in Big Bird's eyes, because he was eight inches larger than Mr. Murphy,

"It is a waste of my money and stupid, let us keep the TV on all night long and be in the chair, I have to pay the bill. "

Then Mr. Murphy had to say:" Forget it ", because the old man was simply speechless at the question, as if Mr. Murphy was crowding him. Lange as he stood thinking, inconsequent suspects are trying to figure out what Mr. Murphy was after, or up to, then Big Bird said with a worried grin,

"This is the cover the additional energy cost per month? "He

Mr. Murphy had a $ 20-dollar bill, Mr Murphy had figured to at least seven to four ten U.S. dollars a month, the more so, twenty dollars was more than sufficient.

"Oh yes," he said in a soft voice, "that we not only in order."

And that was it. He died of cancer six months later (in 2002), and he paid his last months rent, even if he never to live in his apartment for the past few days, it was everything he had for his life, and when he grieves for all for everything that was it for the home and his right to live there, as he pleased.

1-4-2009 (Written in Lima, Peru)

 

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