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Nirvana

The Priest They Called Him

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"Fighttuberculosis, folks." Christmas Eve, an oldjunkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street.The "Priest," they called him. "Fighttuberculosis, folks."People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall. It was getting late and no money to score.He turned into a side street and the lake wind hit him like aknife.Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight.Boy got out with a suitcase. Thin kid in prep school clothes,familiar face, the Priest told himself, watching from the doorway."Remindsme of something a long time ago." The boy,there, with his overcoatunbuttoned, reaching into his pants pocket for the cab fare.The cab drove away and turned the corner. The boy went insidea building. "Hmm, yes, maybe" - the suitcase was therein the doorway.The boy nowhere in sight. Gone to get the keys, most likely,have to move fast. He picked up the suitcase and started for thecorner.Made it. Glanced down at the case. It didn`t look like the casethe boy had,or any boy would have. The Priest couldn`t put his finger on whatwas soold about the case. Old and dirty, poor quality leather, andheavy. Better see what`s inside. He turned into Lincoln Park, found anempty place and opened the case. Two severed human legs thatbelonged toa young man with dark skin. Shiny black leg hairs glittered inthedim streetlight. The legs had been forced into the case and hehad to use his knee on the back of the case to shove them out. "Legs,yet," he said, and walked quickly away with the case. Might bring a few dollars to score. The buyer sniffedsuspiciously."Kind of a funny smell about it." "It`s justMexican leather." "Well, some joker didn`t cure it." The buyer looked at the case with cold disfavor."Not even right sure he killed it, whatever it is.Three is the best I can do and it hurts. But since this isChristmas and you`re the Priest..." he slipped three bills under thetable into the Priest`s dirty hand. The Priest faded into the street shadows,seedyand furtive. Three cents didn`t buy a bag, nothing less than anickel. Say, remember that old Addie croaker told me not to come backunless I paid him the three cents I owe him. Yeah, isn`t that a fruitfor ya, blow your stack about three lousy cents. The doctor was not pleased to see him. "Now, what do you WANT? I TOLD you!" The Priest laid three bills on the table. The doctor put themoney in his pocket and started to scream. "I`ve had TROUBLES! PEOPLE have been around!I may lose my LICENSE!" The Priest just sat there, eyes, oldand heavy withyears of junk, on the doctor`s face. "I can`t write you a prescription." The doctor jerkedopen a drawerand slid an ampule across the table. "That`s all I have inthe OFFICE!"The doctor stood up. "Take it and GET OUT!" hescreamed, hysterical.The Priest`s expression did not change. The doctor added in quieter tones, "After all, I`m aprofessional man,and I shouldn`t be bothered by people like you." "Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G? Couldn`tyou lend me a nickel...?" "Get out, get out, I`ll call thepolice I tell you.""All right, doctor, I`m going." Of course it was coldand far to walk, rooming house, a shabby street, room on the top floor."These stairs," coughed the Priest there, pullinghimself up along the bannister. He went into the bathroom, yellow wall panels,toilet dripping, and got his works from under the washbasin.Wrapped in brown paper, back to his room, get every drop in thedropper. He rolled up his sleeve. Then he heard a groan from next door,room eighteen. The Mexican kid lived there, the Priest had passedhim on the stairs and saw the kid was hooked, but he never spoke,because hedidn`t want any juvenile connections, bad news in any language.The Priest had had enough bad news in his life.He heard the groan again, a groan he could feel, no mistakingthat groan and what it meant. "Maybe he had an accident or something. In any case, I can`t enjoy my priestly medications with thatsound comingthrough the wall." Thin walls you understand. The Priest putdown his dropper, cold hall, and knocked on the door of room eighteen."Quien es?" "It`s the Preist, kid, I live nextdoor."He could hear someone hobbling across the floor.A bolt slid. The boy stood there in his underwear shorts, eyesblack with pain. He started to fall. The Priest helped him over to the bed. "What`s wrong, son?" "It`s my legs, senor, cramps,and now I am withoutmedicine." The Priest could see the cramps, like knots ofwood therein the young legs, dark shiny black leg hairs. "A few years ago I damaged myself in a bicycle race,it was then that the cramps started." And now he has the legcramps back with compound junk interest. The old Priest stood there, feelingthe boygroan. He inclined his head as if in prayer, went back and gothis dropper."It`s just a quarter G, kid." "I do not requiremuch, senor."The boy was sleeping when the Priest left room eighteen. He went back to his room and sat down on the bed.Then it hit him like heavy silent snow. All the gray junkyesterdays. He sat there received the immaculate fix. And since he washimself a priest,there was no need to call one

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