Mary And The Finial Bell

A Jewish rich Westwood-Hollywood life. Sunday dinners with Annie, Grandpa Bill holding my tiny child hand his limo following behind the two of us. Swimming pools, insects skim off the warm blue chlorinated water. Mom and dad yelled and fought. I stood on the stairs of our 2 story Brentwood home. My rigid mother, voice like a North Korean propaganda machinte small North Dakota voice behind clenched teeth locked down in anger. A Sothern California rush of wind and autum leaves my LA life reduced to a dream. One day "You People" flopped in to my world. Angle boy searching for a maid more than a wife Sunday old woman trust fund money. He came with his 2 little piglets. A third spawned from the devil's seed to be be his bitch in Organce County. Years of crushing blows to my self esteem, like a boxer who can't answer back,I'd search for the upper cut for 40 years, my wife Mary my cut man and life coach. If it were not for her, I'd never gotten up to answer the final bell. The Pigllets and "You People's bitch counted out and set a drift years ago down for the count