The Man with the Beautiful Eyes

When we were kids, there was a strange house.

All the shades were always drawn.

And we never heard voices in there.

And the yard was full of bamboo.

And we liked to play in the bamboo.

Pretend we were Tarzan...

although there was no Jane.

And there was a fish pond, a large one.

Full of the fatest goldfish you ever saw.

And they were tame.

They came to the surface of the water...

and took pieces of bread from our hands.

Our parents had told us:

"Never go near that house."

So, of course, we went.

We wondered if anybody lived there.

Weeks went by and we never saw anybody.

Then one day we heard a voice from the house.

You god damned whore!

It was a man's voice.

Then the screen door of the house was flung open.

And the man walked out.

He a fifth of whiskey in his right hand.

He was about thirty.

He had a cigar in his mouth. Needed a shave.

Her hair was wild and uncombed...

and he was barefoot, in undershirt and pants.

But his eyes were bright.

They blazed with brightness.

And he said: -Hey, little gentlemen.

Having a good time, I hope?

Then he gave a little laugh and walked back into the house.