11 January, 2009

Three Screws

Modesto sitting outside Paradise. No wheelchair, no crutches.
"Modesto, where's the wheelchair?"
"I no need anymore".
There's a bandage around his other knee. "What happened?"
"Guys try and rob me. I fight them."
"You're fighting with your broken leg"?
"No matter. I got *three* black belts".
"What does the doctor say?"
"I no more go to doctor. Doctor make it worse.
They put screws in. Three screws. Don't work.
I take apart. Fix myself. Don't need doctor."