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Full Disability

Charles Chaim Wax


��When I landed at the Twelfth Street parking lot Big Bob, Merrill, and David Allen Ginsberg sat in front of the tiny administrative shack. Big Bob and Merrill were already sipping thunderbird, as was their custom late in the afternoon while they protected the vehicles from battery thieves. It wasn’t much of a job for men in their late fifties, but it was a job. They were working men, and thus no man dare throw the word “wino” at them. As they passed the bottle I tasted the sweet wine. David Allen Ginsberg didn’t indulge because he feared God would increase the severity of his already severe lifelong punishmentt. ��I could understand his uneasiness since he inhabited a Mental Institution from the age of 24 to the age of 37. The Army put him away and his parents agreed to the confinement. Apparently, the first time he fired a gun he cracked up, and the sound of that shot had remained in his head ever since, like an endless echo which could not escape. Innumerable shock treatments and chemical manipulations dimmed the noise but never eradicated itt. ��When Dave left the Mental Institution he picked up a huge lump sum of money from the Armyt. ��It seems that while he was cooped up in the nuthouse he was entitled to Full Disability, yet received nothing. His father’s lawyer discovered the error and two years later Dave received a check for all the lost payments. He was now worth $160,00, in part because every Full Disability check he ever received from the age of 37 to his present age of 55 was totally banked, but the account was “In Care of Moses Aaron Ginsberg,” his father and Caretaker who himself accumulated $175,00 due to his arduous years of extensive overtime and an admirable pension from the Amalgamated Clothing Workers of America. This situation, however, meant Dave couldn’t touch a penny without permission. In order to live he received a monthly allowance from his dadt. ��Unfortunately, his mother and father were old and afflicted with numerous ailments. He didn’t know what would happen if they passed away. This worry was a constant echo in his head, along with that first gun blastt. ��Bib Bob moaned, “Talk to him, Rabbi. He’s gonna worry himself to death.” “The State will get it all,” I asserted, “unless you petition the Court to declare you Competent.” “I don’t know,” Dave sighed. “If I did that he’d think I wanted him dead so I could get the money. And if the court said I was competent I wouldn’t get the checks no more. I don’t think I could go to work ‘cause I’m week.” “Yeah, sure, you wouldn’t get the checks but you wouldn’t need ‘em.” “I don’t know,” Dave sighed. “My parents are sick. I have to bathe them, clean the house, do errands. I don’t know if I should start in. Right now they’re alive. Praise God.” Dave had adopted Big Bob as his spiritual brother and in that capacity gave him small amounts of cash every week, and also flannel shirts, socks, even a winter coat. When his monthly allowance ran out he couldn’t help Big Bob, but after the 1st Dave resumed his beneficence once moret. ��Suddenly Candy appeared in the parking lot. Big Bob immediately glanced at Dave to determine if he had the necessary $17 to employ her services. Since it was the 28th of the month I think Big Bob already knew the answert. ��Candy whispered, “For you for free, Davie.” She was aware of the $160,000 and always offered him her sexual favours gratis with the thought that someday all that money might be his, and perhaps, a large portion of it, herst. ��Dave shook his head No, and proclaimed, “The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob will reward me with thirty trillion trillion ass because I stay pure.” In addition to the prohibition against alcohol he wished to remain chaste and so had had no carnal contact with a woman for 35 years. His last and first sexual intercourse occurred at the age of 20 when he visited his cousin Myrna in Montreal where she seduced him. Sadly, she herself was institutionalized two months after the encounter, and mysteriously passed away four years later while still dwelling in the mental hospital. Dave claimed she was forced to eat large quantities of under-cooked unkosher frogs by hospital authorities. Myrna’s luckless demise precipitated his enlistment in the Armyt. ��Candy moaned, “Baby baby, I do you good.” Dave turned his back to the supplicationt. ��As Candy sauntered away, Big Bob stared at her colossal fanny. When she was out of sight he moaned. “What are we gonna do with him, Rabbi? He’s such a nice person but he ain’t plugged a socket in years and now he’s talking about getting a trillion trillion ass.” “Well,” Dave said, “maybe you both might get maybe a million ass but because of my suffering God has to give me thirty trillion trillion ass. Otherwise it wouldn’t be fair.” He paused a moment and then bellowed, “THE LORD GOD IS JUST.” “Thirty-five years is a long time without intercourse,” I murmuredt. ��“Not exactly,” Dave said. “I had Sharon Stone last Tuesday. She’s good and I ain’t gonna say nothing to insult her -- but she ain’t no Tanya Tucker.” “How’s that, Dave?” I asked. “’Cause I read Sharon Stone was in Las Vegas making a movie with DeNiro.” “I lock the door to my room and she comes out of the TV. Then I have her ass.” “Why the ass?” I askedt. ��“ONLY THE ASS,” Dave declared passionately. “God commanded only the ass. The ass is puret. ��You can’t make a baby from the ass. Later, if God so wills it, I will make a baby with Myrna in Heaven because she is the Appointed One for me, but on earth only the ass.” “The pussy is a man’s treasure,” Merrill muttered before he gulped down the thunderbird. Then he quickly swallowed again and added, “I don’t think a woman could have babies up there.” Big Bob noticed Merrill had almost drained the bottle so he grabbed it and sucked deeply as Dave took three steps back, raised his hand to Heaven, smiled, and exclaimed, “God incarnates ass into my five fingers. So far I’ve had 13,412 incarnations but lately I’m weak, very weak. I can raise it only once in awhile and my juice is thin.” “Big Bob burst into laughter and the laughter spritzed the wine out of his mouth. When he composed himself he moaned, “Rabbi, we got to do something for this man. I love him like a brother but he won’t listen to me. If he don’t get some pussy soon he’ll plug his prick into a toaster and electrocute himself.” Big Bob took another gulp to replace the one he lost and continued, “A man with $160,000 in the bank should be happier.” Thereupon Big Bob turned the bottle of thunderbird upside-down indicating it was now utterly empty. When Dave saw this he reached into his pocket and took out $1t. ��“I think I can make it to Quality Wines,” Merrill noted, and lifted the tattered bill from Dave’s fully functioning right handt.



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