By Anthony Olszewski
Copyright 2004
See:
http://www.secondthiefbestthief.com/miller.shtml
. . .
Meyer was fascinated with another wino named Jimmy Bospers. Jimmy Bospers
had been a sparring partner of renowned Hudson County boxer, Frankie
DePaula - before DePaula was rubbed out anyhow.
Meyer followed Jimmy Bospers around like a duckling swimming in the pond
after mom.
Jimmy Bospers agreed to oblige, on the condition that Meyer didn't tell the
other winos.
Immediately after the rendezvous in the weeds, Meyer ran under the bridge
where the other winos were drinking.
"I HAD JIMMY BOSPERS! I HAD JIMMY BOSPERS! I HAD JIMMY BOSPERS!"
A little while later, attempting the nonchalant, Jimmy Bospers returned
under the bridge. Meyer was sitting there smiling beatifically like a bride
in a painting of a Medieval wedding. All the other winos began to hoot and
holler at Jimmy Bospers.
Jimmy Bospers ran up to Meyer and delivered a solid right to the jaw. Meyer
went flying off of the milk crate and then skidded along the ground.
Meyer quickly got up and started climbing the steel girders that supported
the railroad bridge overhead. He kept going until he got to the top - maybe
fourteen feet from the ground.
Meyer jumped up and down and shouted, "I WANT TO DIE! I'M GOING TO COMMIT
SUICIDE! I WANT TO DIE! I'M GOING TO COMMIT SUICIDE!"
Observing the strange scene, some guy who happened to be in the neighborhood
looking for work ran into the bar and called the police.
A motorcycle cop arrived. His face appeared to be glowing red in the summer
dusk; he'd had more to drink that day than any of the winos.
The motorcycle cop set the big Harley on its kickstand in the middle of the
intersection. The bike's front wheel pointed towards the northwest corner
and a little emergency light flashed red.
Meyer continued jumping up and down and shouting, "I WANT TO DIE! I'M GOING
TO COMMIT SUICIDE! I WANT TO DIE! I'M GOING TO COMMIT SUICIDE!"
The motorcycle cop attempted to defuse the situation.
"What happened? Have a fight with your wife? Come on down. You'll laugh
about this in the morning."
Meyer continued jumping up and down and shouting, "I WANT TO DIE! I'M GOING
TO COMMIT SUICIDE! I WANT TO DIE! I'M GOING TO COMMIT SUICIDE!"
"What happened? Didja get fired? Come on now. Get down here, I'll buy you a
drink."
Meyer continued jumping up and down and shouting, "I WANT TO DIE! I'M GOING
TO COMMIT SUICIDE! I WANT TO DIE! I'M GOING TO COMMIT SUICIDE!"
Trying to keep a clear view of Meyer, the motorcycle cop was staring up
while maneuvering about the intersection.
All of a sudden a straight job came flying around the corner. The truck
swerved to miss running over the police officer and his motorcycle in the
middle of the street. As it was, to avoid getting clipped, the cop was
forced to jerk his protruding posterior forward rather violently.
The cop's face began to glow red with an even greater intensity than before.
The motorcycle cop drew his gun and aimed it at Meyer.
"YOU SILLY SUNUVABITCH! IF YOU DON'T COME DOWN OFF THERE RIGHT NOW, I'M
GOING TO SHOOT YOU DOWN!"
Meyer grabbed a girder and started hugging it for dear life.
"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"
An ambulance crew came with a net and hauled Meyer away to the nuthouse.
. . .
See:
http://www.secondthiefbestthief.com/miller.shtml
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