The old man (Stan), they called him Big Bird, he stood six foot six, in apartment three, second floor, side apartment, sat in his room each night, after returning from the bar, trying to read the paper, television loud, a bottle of whisky to his side on an end-table, a pack of cigarettes, by the bottle of whiskey where the ashtray was, he had quite drinking for a spell, but started back up, it was his 76-year on this earth. Each day he'd go to the bar at noon, eat his lunch, go for a walk-up and down Rice Street (St. Paul, Minnesota), and then go to his apartment, across from the alley, and take a nap, then get back up about five p.m., and start drinking, return to his apartment between 9:00 p.m., and 11:00 p.m., and turn on the television-loud, and start that routine I just mentioned. He had lived in the apartment for fifteen-years. Read more...
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