THE IRON CARROT Theres never any easy answers in this town. One door always leads to another. Rooms turn in endless walls of shabby fading wallpaper. How many times have I followed a lead down a street only run into some dead end alley? Ive worn out three pairs of wingtips just in the last nine months. I may as well be walking around in my socks. Jenny Jump walks into my office, blows smoke in my face, hikes up the hem of her skirt and gives me a look with her emerald eyes. I thought I would never see her again. But now she has my attention and Im hooked. She says her boss at the club, Johnny Mac, thinks she has heisted the Iron Carrot. That cheap geegaw from Hong Kong is stashed with all Johnny Macs diamonds and rubies. His ticket out of this dump of a city. She says she has no idea where it is but to find that midget freak Gary Dodson. He has all the chips in his diaper and will put me on the right trail. I trust Gary as far as I can throw him, which is about six inches. I never like the dwarf and he never has brought me a drink. I find Gary on Forty-Deuce selling cheap $10 Rolex knockoffs, I slap him around a few times and bounce like a basketball over to Eighth Ave. He starts sucking on his pacifier and whining. He says to go see Ricko the Baker, he knows everything. I go see Ricko at his bakery in the Village. I like Ricko, hes always been a good pal since our days at art school. Hes always been straight with me. And he makes the best chocolate chip cookies this side of the pond, Ricko says Jenny has him under her spell just like she had me until she sent me off to Palookaville. He says he boosted the Carrot. that he is gonna make tracks to Tahiti with Jenny and the Carrot. He climbs up on a step stool, reaches into a cupboard and brings down a jar of flour. It falls from his grasp and shatters on the tile floor. A river of diamonds and rubies spill out of the Carrot. Jenny walks in. She smiles blows smoke in our faces and hikes up the hem of her skirt. Ricko and I gather the jewels and place them on the kitchen table. Jenny eyes widen ... she pulls out a small Beretta and gives us each hole we can breath outta of. We fall into the flour and bleed. She puts her good fortune in her purse. Straightens the hem of her skirt. Hops into a yellow cab and fades up Sixth Ave. on her way to Paradise. ~ MMC
Posted on: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 11:16:10 +0000
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