Monday, July 16, 2007

 
Neocon Defined

Rocco often enters the rear door of his neighborhood bakery before the
store opens. Takes a loaf from Mickey the Baker’s hand and throws bills
into a battered Phillies Panetella cigar box. He presently throws four.

Twenty years ago it was one.

MICKEY THE BAKER
You know, I never had a life. I’m up at three in the morning and come here.
Go home around four or five in afternoon, and have a beer and fall asleep.
Can’t even wait until the Action News comes on at six.

ROCCO
Little exaggeration, no? Nice family.

MICKEY THE BAKER
Hey! All girls, my nieces, and going to college! I give them my money.
Why not? What can I use it for?

ROCCO
Then you ought to be happy.

MICKEY THE BAKER
Who says I’m not? But I’m ignorant. So, I got a question for you. Everybody says you’re smart. But you never was, so it must be a new development.
Anyways, I’m always hearing neocon this and neocon that on the radio.
What the hell is it?

ROCCO
Neocons are those whose Dad or Gramps carried water for Joe Stalin. So they joined the families who carried water for Herr Hitler.

MICKEY THE BAKER
Sounds like one evil fuckin marriage.

ROCCO
It’s actually an Axis of Evil Fuckin Marriage.

MICKEY THE BAKER
I’ll keep on baking bread.

ROCCO
Ever sick of it? I mean the aroma when I come in here is wonderful, knocks me out, but...

MICKEY THE BAKER
No, it’s always beautiful. It’s life!

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