5252. LONG-WINDED JESSUP

LONG-WINDED JESSUP

(two prisons)
He had Cadillac surgery, thinking it was

for his eyes. He never went home with a

wind-up toy let alone a blow-up doll; but

he never stopped talking either.  Once he

was gone, we searched and searched but 

could not find him. The local newspapers 

wrote it all up, all those Internet guys were

spinning the story. He was gone for good.

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I knew his mother when she worked 21st Street.

She was better than the news but sadder than the

blues : both directions home. One way was awful,

the other was worse, and I never knew where

Jessup fit in  -  because only later did I realize

they'd lied. She couldn't have been his mother,

she would have had him when she was like nine.

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I didn't really care. About that time I was bedding 

his other factor anyway  -  a sweet, young girl named

Alca Traz. That's what she said, that's what they 

called her. She said 'Yeah. This life's but a prison

anyway so what difference could it make? I like

the sound, it's got a nice ring.' It was OK 

by me, and no one ever escaped.

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There were legends built around all this junk : he

later became a local God, and his mother a virgin

version, of Mary or Magdalene, one of those old

time queens. Jesus had his head on wrong anyway

for ever coming here. And no one ever escaped.