TIMMY

Drugs really did play a part of the 80’s even if you didn’t take them. “Hi, didn’t mean to punch you, I was on drugs.” “Did I promise you a job last night? Sorry I don’t remember I was on drugs?” “Did I really say I loved you? I MUST have been on drugs.”

People asked me why I never got caught up in all the drugs, well when you watch it you kind of know how to avoid it.

I remember this one time a guy must have been doing coke all night in the bathroom because when he ordered a drink from me his nose just started to bleed and would not stop. It was insane! And this guy took it as a natural thing.

Once there was this guy licking the street. I asked his friend why he was licking the street, his friend answered,“ he dropped his drugs.” Well you could knock me over with a feather when I turned to see him lick the street area in which he dropped it. He laid there licking up pebbles and glass fragments figuring something had to be his hit. I was dumb-founded. I started to laugh. What else do you do when you see a person tripping out, in lemon/lime neon spandex running shorts, bending over licking the street of NYC for drugs?

Some of these guys were models that walked off the cover of a magazine and ended up being billboards for drug rehab. Timmy was one that I still see at the bus stop in Hackensack. Timmy was a tennis instructor who also modeled on the side. He would always come into the bar and have a smile just for me. I was always on cloud nine. He dated the hottest guys and always stopped by to say hi to me. I was a moron. These things used to make me feel special. Anyway, Timmy would go to Paris for dinner and Florida for week-ends. He had the most beautiful blue eyes. Stunning!
Timmy started dating this model that was featured on the cover of GQ. He was the talk of the bar and Timmy fell for him, hook, line and sinker. This GQ model was into coke and got Timmy into it. The slide was slow and twenty years later I am a vague smile to Timmy. A smile that is missing teeth and the ones remaining are yellow. I tried to talk with him and see if he wanted help. He told me that it was too hard being good-looking. He was happy where he was. His last words to me were, “Do you have any extra change.” Now when I see him he looks the other way.

If this story was unique it would be a sad story, but there are so many Timmy’s in my life and in all of our lives. People how fall short of our expectations for them, but what do they expect?
Till tomorrow be kind