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One of the more poetic Insane Muttering Guys I’ve heard was behind us today on the streetcar: “The Chinese may win the Nobel Prize,” he announced to no one in particular, “but not for literature. Not while I’m around. Look, there’s High Park. I used to live in there. I built me a home there. No one could see it - it was underground,“ he continued, veering into full-blown Tom Waits territory. “Built it into the side of a hill; lived there homeless for twenty-five years...”
I think he might have been the “Flags on the Moon” guy I heard on the same streetcar line a few years ago.
A few hours later, a scene from a movie was unrolling at the table behind me at Mel’s. An old guy with an even gravelier voice than the Underground guy was talking to a younger man and, I think, a young woman, about various subjects, primarily Italians and boxing. I couldn’t quite figure out if he liked or disliked Italians in general, but he definitely mistrusted southpaws. “Never trust a left-handed wop,” he growled. Then he claimed his dad had been friends with Joe Louis. Then he said, “How ‘bout that Candaleeza (sic) rice? If I were Black, I’d make her. She’s the most powerful lady in America. Who’s yer favourite movie star?” he apbruptly asked the young man.
“James Cagney.”
“Cagney!? Cagney!? What about Joe Piscapo!!”
I think he might have been the “Flags on the Moon” guy I heard on the same streetcar line a few years ago.
A few hours later, a scene from a movie was unrolling at the table behind me at Mel’s. An old guy with an even gravelier voice than the Underground guy was talking to a younger man and, I think, a young woman, about various subjects, primarily Italians and boxing. I couldn’t quite figure out if he liked or disliked Italians in general, but he definitely mistrusted southpaws. “Never trust a left-handed wop,” he growled. Then he claimed his dad had been friends with Joe Louis. Then he said, “How ‘bout that Candaleeza (sic) rice? If I were Black, I’d make her. She’s the most powerful lady in America. Who’s yer favourite movie star?” he apbruptly asked the young man.
“James Cagney.”
“Cagney!? Cagney!? What about Joe Piscapo!!”
