Gut Rumbles

August 31, 2004

my younger days

I was watching a Monday Night Football game when I heard a knock at my door. I thought maybe somebody I knew was coming over with a six-pack to watch the game with me, so I opened the door and was surprised to see Dora standing there under my porch light.

"I need a place to stay," she said. "I've had my last fight with Cecil. I'm not going back there again."

Cecil was a burly, hairy fucking troll that I never liked. I never understood what Dora saw in him in the first place and he beat her up a couple of times. I have NO RESPECT for a man who beats his woman. I knew that Dora was better off without him.

I also knew that Cecil would come looking for her. He might not come to my place first, but he'd get there eventually.

I told her to come on in. She had all her possessions that she had managed to flee with in two grocery bags. I carried them inside for her. She spent that first night on the couch but ended up in my bed for the next two.

Dora was a true redhead and one of the most gentle and sexy souls I've known in my life. I knew that she couldn't stay with me much longer without either Cecil or me ending up dead on my front porch, so I called Vonnie. Vonnie had her own apartment by then and was constantly bitching about making the rent and paying the bills all by herself. I asked Vonnie if she would like a roommate.

I took Dora over to Vonnie's place the next morning. They knew each other because they both were bartenders on River Street at the time and it was a match made in heaven. They got along well and set up efficient housekeeping. I believed that I had done a good deed. Dora took a week off from work to hide from Cecil.

I came home from the bar one night at 4:00 in the morning about a week later. I made a sandwich, opened a beer and sat down on my couch to eat. I heard a knock at my door... not so much a knock as a POUNDING on my front door. "Open up, you sumbitch!" I recognized Cecil's voice.

I put down my sandwich, grabbed a pistol, checked the load and opened the door and stepped back, with the pistol held in one hand, but behind me. "Go away, Cecil," I said.

"Where the hell is Dora? She's HERE, isn't she?" Cecil was drunk and fired up on something else, too, in MY humble opinion.

"I don't know where Dora is," I lied. "But she ain't here and you need to go home."

"I'm coming in to look for her!" Cecil shouted and he took a step forward. That's when I whipped up the gun and pointed it at his chest. Cecil stopped in his tracks.

"Cecil, Dora isn't here and you AIN'T coming in to look for her. You go home now if you want to see sunshine tomorrow. You take one more step and I'll put your guts all over my front porch." I meant it, too. Cecil was a BIG guy.

Cecil went away and I don't remember ever seeing him again. He and Dora never got back together, which was a good thing. Ten years later, I ended up living with Dora for almost two years, until I left her to marry Jennifer. That's the biggest mistake I ever made in my life.

I was 26 years old when this incident occurred.


Your not alone, more than one of us has let the best one get away.

Posted by: James Old Guy on August 31, 2004 01:59 PM

Gotta LOVE those redheads.

But I married the best gal in the world for me....she's a blonde.

Posted by: the_redfalcon on August 31, 2004 02:37 PM

Who gives a shit about the wimmen. Who won the damn football game?

Posted by: Marcus on August 31, 2004 03:38 PM

I remember Dora, we called her, Red. She was a good girl and worked everyday. The good ones always go away, you should have kept her, she loved you.

Posted by: Catfish on August 31, 2004 04:19 PM

C'mon dude. You were a lucky break for Dora but her choice of previous beau obviously showed a lapse in judgment...that probably would've finished the present lap and come around again.

I'm surprised the tale didn't end with her going back to Cecil (a girls' name).

Posted by: Rabbi Uzi on August 31, 2004 05:00 PM

You should have left the door closed, then done the world a favor when he finally broke it down.

Posted by: Mr. Lion on August 31, 2004 05:11 PM

I dunno, man, that's pretty cool. I wouldn't whip out a pistol on anybody unless I was seriously freaked out, when I doubt I'd have my head together for any "daylight tomorrow" speeches. I'd probably just make unintelligible ack-ack noises.

I have low tolerance for social stress.

Posted by: dipnut on August 31, 2004 05:36 PM

Have you seen Dora at all in recent years? Maybe you should look her up (?)

Posted by: DogsDon'tPurr on August 31, 2004 05:37 PM

Didn't Cecil ever hear that famous proverb, "Never fuck with a little guy; he'll kill you."?

We will and shall. We can't afford to do any less.

Posted by: Justthisguy on August 31, 2004 06:11 PM

Yeah, you're right. We all have one we should have never let get away. Sometimes we get lucky and find another, sometimes we never do. And sometimes, when you least expect it, you get a little deja vu.

History never repeats itself, but often it will rhyme.

Posted by: Mamamontezz on August 31, 2004 06:54 PM

Dora married a policeman and lives in Tennessee now. I understand that she is happy and doing well. I hope so.

She deserves it.

Posted by: Acidman on August 31, 2004 06:59 PM

Ah, that is music to the ears of one of the good ones who was let go.

Posted by: RubyTuesday on September 1, 2004 01:24 AM

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