The mayor forever is on the ropes
By JOSH RESNEK
“Hey. Are you OK?” I asked the Blue Suit. “You look like you’re going to throw up. What’s up with you?”
“I didn’t sleep well over the weekend at all. Carlo wore me several times. That’s not good if you’re me. Even though he wore me, he didn’t bother with a tie. How do you wear your best Blue Suit without a tie?”
The Blue Suit shook his head from side to side. He couldn’t look at me. It was difficult for him to focus.
“Josh, you can’t believe what went on after Gerly and Fred announced on Saturday. It was as if the Abbott Street mansion had been visited by brain-eating zombies, the kind that makes Romero films so exciting and scary. It was like Gerly and Fred were exercising mind control over Carlo. Carlo didn’t know what to do. He went from shock to amazement, to inertia, to depression, to overeating all in one great swoop that ruined Saturday and Sunday. It continued like that inside the mansion like a perpetual rainstorm into Monday and Tuesday. I mean the mayor was all twisted up. You have no idea how Carlo’s world has been turned upside down by Gerly Adrien and Fred Capone. Carlo is absolutely out of his mind with fear and worry. He isn’t the same guy this week I’ve known. He’s in a sweat. It isn’t yet the sweat of his life, but I can feel that coming,” the Blue Suit told me unequivocally.
The Blue Suit and I met up at Common Ground in the Pioneer on the Parkway. We sipped Brazilian coffee and ate vegetable wraps at one of the tables in the hallway connecting the huge apartment house to the café. No one noticed us which is just as well. Who needs the hassle of being noticed!Continue reading — Eye on Everett —