A Good Man

Jay sits there, sweating, smiling, mouth full. He has a good smile. He drops more sour cabbage into his son’s bowl. His son grins at me, he can’t be more than four or five. I wink down at him. Seems like a good kid.

“So, about the money,” Jay says, swallowing.

I shrug. He’d texted me a few weeks ago asking to wire him some cash in the Philippines. I said no. He called me an alcoholic and a devil. I didn’t disagree. I didn’t say anything. Today he asked me to lunch.

“I wanted to tell you a story.”


“I was down there. I was in a bad place. I saw this woman. Here,” Jay fishes in his pocket. He pulls out his phone. He flicks around on it a moment. He turns it and shows me a picture of a dead woman. I put my fork down.

“I see her. Just lying there. No one is helping her. Fucking animals. You know, that is the only country they’d leave a dead woman on the road.”

I don’t agree. I don’t disagree. I smile, politely.

“So, you see, I called the ambulance for her. I stood there, over her. I prayed for her. I knew she was dead but I still prayed, to God, you know.”

Jay stuffs a bit of pork in his mouth. He puts a few slices in my bowl, then his sons.

“Eat,” he tells us. I do.

“So,” he continues, “after they took her away, I knew. It was time to come home. I took a taxi straight to the airport. I booked the first flight home. But, it wasn’t for a few hours. So, I went to the casino next door. Not with a lot of money. Not like before you know, just a little bit. A few hundred.”

I nod. I smile, politely. I take a bite of pork.

“So, I put ten American dollars in the slots. I sit down and I pull the lever. You know how slot machines have bonuses?”

I nod.

“Like, big prizes.”

I nod.

“Well, I pull the lever again. You see, this machine had five prizes. I pull the lever three times. The first prize was very big. One hundred thousand dollars, maybe. So, I pull the lever again. And then after six pulls, I won!”

I smile.

“Yeah! Well, not the big prize. The second one. Ten thousand dollars!”

Jay ruffles his son’s hair and laugh. His son eats a bit of rice.

“So you see, I know. I prayed over that woman and so God rewarded me. If I hadn’t prayed I wouldn’t have won. He knows I am a good man.”

He pulls a wad of cash from his pocket.

“You’re a good man,” he says, laying out bills for the meal. “Not like that, that, fucker.” He jerks his thumb at the 711 where he used to work. Where we’d met. I assume he is referring to another employee. I don’t ask.

“But, you,” he wags his finger at me, “you are a good man.”

He ruffles his son’s hair again. His son giggles, gagging on a bit of sour cabbage.


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7 thoughts on “A Good Man

  1. Jay and God make a powerful combination. I don’t frequent casinos or churches too much these days so I guess I’ll remain outside their inner sanctum of success for the time being.
    Another quality piece, flash365. I may return to Facebook just on the off chance of accessing Jay and/or God’s friendship.

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    1. yeah, neither do I. This actually happened. I left some stuff out for the sake of length, Ill elaborate on facebook later. But, so you don’t have to dive back into that pit of despair I’ll tell you here. This guy was a friend of mine and he really did say all this. He actually sent me the picture of the dead woman prior to lunch and the reason he called the 711 guy a fucker is because the 711 guy told him that he hoped jay would die in the philipines. I wasn’t so harsh. Mostly just confused. This guy was fifty and I was 25 at the time. he really wasn’t a bad guy but, this was the last time I saw him. I think he wanted me to think of him as a good man. and the way he spoke and explained everything just sounded so much like a story to me I couldn’t help writing it down after. (Not his real name of course)

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      1. I’ve been asked to dive back into that pit of despair numerous times but… I think it’s the incense, length of service, clergy that stops me.
        I wondered if you were eating pork as a symbol of Jay’s shady character. Thanks for the extra info. i may yet pop up on Facebook for extra helpings.


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