(Life is peopled with different shapes and kinds of people; some fat, some skinny, some too fat, some too skinny, some that have first names that are the same as their last name, Ljutomer J. Ljutomer, others have names that begin with the same letter of the month they were born, Franco February, others have no names but simply descriptive terms that fill in where no name can be found or attributed, the nameless, in the end, which always comes too soon, life is peopled with all shapes and kinds of people who you’ll never met, regardless of whether they have a first name the same as their last name, or the letter of their first name is the same as the month they were born in, or those who go about life nameless, wondering what all the fuss is about names and naming).
The alms man’s granddad was a penny thief. When he wasn’t penny thieving or juggling, which he did in his spare time, he liked to play cards with Alfonso Q. Alfonso, a penny thief with jug ears and grave eczema. The alms man’s granddad wore a poke cap and stovepipe trousers with double stitched hems. He wore a fireman’s sash believing that when all is said and done firemen will have the last word. Not understanding what his granddad meant or why he said it, the alms man wrote it off as dimwittedness and left it at that. His granddad liked Caws Nantybwla Farmhouse Cheese sandwiches with raw onion and Crud mayonnaise. As a potable his granddad preferred Procter’s Gin with a wedge of beetroot. His granddad ate nutmeats bathed in sisal salt, an old Irish cure for Perkin’s sickness, a viral infestation of the foot and jawbone.
The alms man’s granddad was a penny thief. When he wasn’t penny thieving or juggling, which he did in his spare time, he liked to play cards with Alfonso Q. Alfonso, a penny thief with jug ears and grave eczema. The alms man’s granddad wore a poke cap and stovepipe trousers with double stitched hems. He wore a fireman’s sash believing that when all is said and done firemen will have the last word. Not understanding what his granddad meant or why he said it, the alms man wrote it off as dimwittedness and left it at that. His granddad liked Caws Nantybwla Farmhouse Cheese sandwiches with raw onion and Crud mayonnaise. As a potable his granddad preferred Procter’s Gin with a wedge of beetroot. His granddad ate nutmeats bathed in sisal salt, an old Irish cure for Perkin’s sickness, a viral infestation of the foot and jawbone.
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