Dejesus listened to Xfm107, Dublin’s Alternative Music Station. He twisted and corked the dial but picked up static and hubbub rather than music and box-waves (Dejesus my goodness not him not him again) sitting on his GI-cot and listened to a mishmash of earsplitting music, some so loud and screeching it loosened the cones and hammers in his ears. In the wintertime he dubbin (used to impart shine and colour; the name 'dubbin' is a contraction of the gerund "dubbing", describing the action of applying the wax to leather) his boots with mink-oil and otter-fat, rubbing it into the stitching with the nub of his thumb. He learned about dubbing from a man with cork-teeth and a blue and purplish birthmark right above his left eye across from his right eye.
Dejesus didn’t believe in things that appeared out of nowhere or had funny names like bric-a-brac and the ever-after which sounded more like eve-rafter than some place too high to see. He liked shucked peas and cob-corn, fiery Mescal and Pepsin chewing-gum. He preferred backgammon to pinochle and square-ball to shuffleboard. He favored Baroque music to Quartets and distrusted anything that came in a brown paper wrapper or couldn’t fit in one’s pocket. Dejesus triple-knotted his bootlaces checked his hair for scabs and shot out the front door like a diesel train, his hat flipping and tossing, eyes trained on the sideways in front of him. As it was Sunday he wore his going-to-church suit, blue serge, his Corker’s tie and a pinkie-ring that he wore on his index-finger, his pinkie-finger had shriveled up to the size of a peapod and he didn’t want the ring sliding off his pinkie-finger and finding its way down a sewer-hole or under someone’s automobile.
Dejesus didn’t believe in things that appeared out of nowhere or had funny names like bric-a-brac and the ever-after which sounded more like eve-rafter than some place too high to see. He liked shucked peas and cob-corn, fiery Mescal and Pepsin chewing-gum. He preferred backgammon to pinochle and square-ball to shuffleboard. He favored Baroque music to Quartets and distrusted anything that came in a brown paper wrapper or couldn’t fit in one’s pocket. Dejesus triple-knotted his bootlaces checked his hair for scabs and shot out the front door like a diesel train, his hat flipping and tossing, eyes trained on the sideways in front of him. As it was Sunday he wore his going-to-church suit, blue serge, his Corker’s tie and a pinkie-ring that he wore on his index-finger, his pinkie-finger had shriveled up to the size of a peapod and he didn’t want the ring sliding off his pinkie-finger and finding its way down a sewer-hole or under someone’s automobile.
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