…I stopped by Che Kroger for a 2 liter bottle of Ginger Ale and was heading over to the ABC store to get some rum with which Cap’n Eddie flavours his ‘ale, when I heard a booming voice from my deaf ear side:
“DAVE!”
I looked over my shoulder and there was Cousin Steve hanging out of the window of his driver’s truck, as big as life! And he is, too, big that is: an affable chap, he has the look that would make most people cross the street when they see him heading their way. He’s a bouncer, and isn’t ashamed of the 100 + assault charges made against him. Few of them stuck, otherwise he would probably be down in Red Onion Mountain Prison terrorizing the mean people. Cousin Steve had been one of my customers at the ‘C on Willie-D, always a pleasure to visit with him, always happy to see me.
He and his driver were heading to the Towers Mall ABC Store as well so I caught up with them there. “You really need to come back to the ABC store, Dave, it just ain’t the same without you. I miss coming in and hearing:’Cousin Steve! How in the world are you doing today?’”
He said that with me gone, it just doesn’t seem as friendly a place anymore, and that lots of the customers that feel the same way; everyone misses me. Kind words, kind words indeed! That made me feel good and I told him so. We chatted a while & headed our separate ways, but before leaving, we gave each other a big hug (An honest and manly hug, not one of those seemingly obligatory [and seemingly insincere] hand shake-chest bump-back pounding hugs that are so popular today amongst the hip hop community).
“Adios, Dave, I’ll see you out in the Territories!”, he said, using one of my phrases… “Adios, Cousin Steve…”
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