Adam Tavel
 

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Jimmy's mind was slow like a clock wound down to its last dull jerk so he slept on benches, church floors, covered himself with newspaper and dreamt of pretty girls to keep the chill from his toes. One night he went for a a long crusading stagger from one end of Cumberland market to the shirttails of the city when five local boys sloshed and reckless beat him down as the woodsman breaks bark off the wild oak and tears it from the soil. When light came an ambulance arrived out of mock formality and drove the pieces away to a public burial, another bum for the county graveyard.

  (c)Tavel 2004