© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Now Ed’s hair was always army cot neat, his smile was a rerun but it
was an honest deceit, he ran the garage down on eighth and Dean for
old man Blake, who always said the dumb son of a bi*** would leave
three hours early before he’d be three minutes late, you see Ed was in
the army but he only learned the discipline; not what the discipline was
supposed to teach him, he was so out of touch not even his wife of
thirty years could reach him.
I worked for Ed about three years me and Bobby Thornton and Steven
Pate, they were both good guys and I don’t think Stevie even knew the
meaning of hate, he was always kind of quiet with a quick shy smile
and man he would help you haul in the moon, now we all hated Ed but
you had to work so we put up with the buffoon, we all called him dick
Ed and Sargent sh*** for brains for a laugh behind his back, but it was
no joke the way he could make your life miserable man he never cut
you any slack.
Well the days of our youth slip by unnoticed; no surprises we pretty
much knew what to expect, when suddenly from the depths of chance
Stevie’s girlfriend Kim was killed in a car wreck, they had lived
together for over a year and were talking about getting married
someday, but they were just shacking up to Ed who was sort of reverse
color blind he could see all the colors but gray, Stevie missed the day
she died; the funeral was the next morning Ed wanted him back that
afternoon, well Stevie came back that afternoon and man it looked like
his eyes were missing he looked like a hundred years would have been
to soon, when Stevie told Ed he needed more time Ed said you leave
and you might as well hit the street, with all the rage of the helpless
Stevie landed a blow that took him right off his feet.
Ed had to have his jaw wired shut; he was out for quite a while, when
he came back he was still the same asshole but his smile looked a little
more like a smile, it’s been years ago now but when I think back to
when he took that lick from Stevie, I guess it’s the trapped steam of
my rage but he had it coming and he needed it and I wish it would
have been me.