This piece was originally created as a performance piece. It was presented on several stages in the San Francisco Bay Area. Try to imagine it that way.
Saturday Fiction – “Sluggo, Peeto, And No-Face Charlie” – Conclusion
They found a spot near the rear of the lot and backed in so that they could survey the scene. Moments after they pulled in, a group of about four or five boys wearing jackets sporting large orange appliqué footballs and high school letters, swaggered up to the car, smelling of “Wild Irish Rose” and telegraphing danger like a gun that wants to go off.
“Hey guys. How’s it hangin’?”
“Just great, Tony. Hey, check out what we got in the back seat.”
The biggest of the jacketed boys leaned through the window. Charlie lifted his bottle in a toast of greeting.
“Oh, Jesus Christ. How’s it hangin’ Charlie?
“Whatcha gonna do with him?” whispered one of the other jacketed boys.
“I got some ideas… stay close”, said the driver.
The jackets left but Charlie didn’t notice the leaving, only his empty bottle of Iron City. After a moment of quietly scanning the scene the boy in the driver’s seat turned and faced Charlie.
“Well, Charlie, this is ‘Hank’s’. Pretty neat, huh?”
Charlie said nothing out loud, but his eyes said that Hank’s was “neat”, the neatest spot on the face of the Earth.