Those were the days, back in Canarsie…
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Jimmy Diamonds, I Hate You
Legs Montgomery, Andy Cap, Blue-eyed Sheila, Cats Fitzpatrick, and Lenny the Goose are almost all gone.
We was all friends down in Canarsie a hundred years ago. Legs would dance on the street corner, Andy took off his golfer’s cap and squatted down on one knee before passersby and begged for loose change. Blue-eyed Sheila and Cats Fitzpatrick swung their fake fur shoulder tassels around and around, sashayed their hips, rolled their eyes and pop-pop-popped their chewing gum. Lenny, ah Lenny the Goose, that really wasn’t the word for him. Lenny was a booster. He’d lift your pockets, steal your wallet, or milk your purse all while you laughed at us putting on that corner show.
It was poor times back then and we had to make a living.
But Jimmy Diamonds, he had the sweetest deal. He’d come back from the war with one leg, and would hobble into a jewelry store telling the help about how he had made it back from the war and wanted to get his goil a diamond engagement ring, and before you knew it, he had them with 4, 5, maybe even 6 of those sweet things lying on that black velvet show rag, and he’d swipe one by switching it with a fake one, or just plain pocket one when they wasn’t paying attention, or his best act was losing his balance on because of his leg, and the ice would go flying, and he’d beg off embarrassment and how sorry he was, and the help would all him get up off the floor, and dust him off, and ask if he was all right, and he’d thank them, and continue to apologize, and feign embarrassment, and all that; all that with one of those sweet stones in his pocket.
It was easy for Jimmy. I had to get on my knees and beg like a damn fool with my golfer’s cap stretched out in front of me pleading for the change. You see, I was Andy Cap. Jimmy had a sweet deal. I know it sounds stupid. He didn’t have a knee to beg on – or a leg to dance on, either.
And he’d boost a hell of a lot better than Lenny did. That’s fer damn sure. But I hated him anyway.