"I dont believe in the Super bowl, Brad" said Old Man Harkins.
We sat on the front porch on a cool summer evening and listened as the doves cooed and insects buzzed.
The sun was going down over the apartment buildings and we could hear kids playing down the street.
"If I had a DJ name it would be Bingo Belvedere," I said staring where the sun had been.
"What's an eee jay, Brad?" asked Mr. H.
"Nothing."
"This whole world is nothing, Brad," he said with a smile.
He had on old slacks, suspenders, and torn socks. His white t-shirt was soiled.
"Brad, when I was your age I was addicted to amphetamines."
We sat in the plastic green chairs and watched the cars go by.
"Mr. Harkins have you ever been in love?"
"Yes.......yes I have."
I looked over at him, and he looked into the darkening sky.
"I was in love for two months and we had Johnny."
"Oh yeah that's right, well what happened?"
"It was a nightmare, Brad." he said as he looked at his hand.
"Tell me about it."
"I hit her in anger."
"Isn't Johnny in Oak Ridge or Oak something where they have nuclear reactor?"
He looked at his hands and I picked up my diet coke can from besides the chair.
"We were a happy family"
