Back to CC
“Give me your card blue” I asked CC who was standing behind me in the street puffing on a cigeratte listening to music.
“Here put your card in here I don’t know why I cant get out any cash?” I had shoved my debit card into the ATM 3 times and each time it had said ‘no funds’.
“Shit this means I have to ring home. Shit, shit, shit. How can ring and ask for money again?” I was talking to a girl tapping her foot and looking at me like I was an alien.
“What do you need? I don’t understand? My card? Its at home.” She shrugged and threw the stub into the gutter, turned around and wandered off. “Shit we have no cash and no food”. I was irritated with a women I adored and wanted to scream something in the street.
I stayed by the machine and shuffled not wanting to follow her and show my anger.
“David come with me please” She called back and I didn’t to be asked twice. God how men trot after beautiful girls broke or with money as one small sweet word and we are done for.
She tucked herself under my arm like a lost sparrow and we were the richest couple on earth.
“Is your card dead?” She asked and laughed lighting another cigarette. I knew she didn’t care yet but we were eating at home, buying supermarket wines, using the buses and only using my tobacco for joints. This was no joke and I had very suggestions as how we could do any better with me not working.
“I am not working until next week but lets get my card and pick up some chinese for dinner-I fancy noodles” she said as if that would solve our problem.
“Ok I need to make some calls so you go up and I will join you in 10 mins ok?” Shit I had to find out what was wrong with my card and my head was bursting at all the questions I was going to get.
Watching her walk up the stairs reminded why I had never left and gone home. Did I love her or did I love the permanent party we had together? I wasn’t even sure I could leave either of them as my previous live seemed so dull and meaningless now. Shit this was going to bite me.
Pacing the pavement outside our regular little café I called home and practiced my speech. It rang and rang but no one answered and in a way it was a huge relief.
As I ran up the cracked and broken marble stairs in the dim half light I remembered we had enough dope for one night, plenty of tea wine and some risotto rice.
“Well that will be a short night we had better go to bed early or watch another film again” The door was open with the familiar Hotel Coste music playing in the back ground with her in the kitchen wearing nothing but shorts.
You cant have it all in life and this was about as good as it was going to get so I pushed all thoughts of work and money to the back of my mind as another day wasn’t going to make a big difference. I was wrong…everyday was making a difference I just didn’t notice.