Donkeyland, Minnesota (Parts 11 & 12 - John L and the Fighter)

Donkeyland, Minnesota (Parts 11 & 12 - John L and the Fighter)

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John L ((Part Eleven) (concerning John L and Chick Evens 1964-1967)) What I said. It isn't in conclusion that the real about Women Behind Bars. You look at this article for home elevators an individual wish to know is Women Behind Bars. Women Behind Bars John L, a story of a boy, teenager, young man from the neighborhood with such astounding contradictions, throughout those Donkeyland years related to the Larry, the tough guy of the neighborhood, played a lengthily part in Chick Evens' life back in the early to late '60s. So, if Evens were writing this narrative, it would be described as thus. The girlfriends he had up to the one he'd marry, Karen, were loose and wild, fickle like him: full-blooded, but not thoroughbreds. It seemed at times he didn't belong to the neighborhood, he didn't live there but he was always there. Like a stray dog, a boy with long hair, crazy eyes, and a jaw that was more pointed than square. So here was a boy who made you laugh, and had a warmhearted life with drinking, and drug taking and snuffing out life for a thrill, knowing him was worth living for. The first time, Chick Evens honestly got to know John was at the turnaround, the boys wanted a show, and provoke John L to fight Chick Evens, and Evens ran into the dark of the empty lot, knowing, there was no way to win (a part well learned at nine years old that you don't fight f friend's friend, or relative, and expect them to standby and watch them bet beat, they get involved), in this case, with his cousins all about him, especially Larry. Once alone in that empty lot with the tall grass and the moon over head, he stopped, turned about, and John stopped abruptly, now face to face, near shoulder to shoulder, no defense nearby John, just him, and his opponent and half-amigo to be. And they fought, and the fight was short lived, Evens throw him on his back as if he was a sack of potatoes, and was ready to clobber him with his fists, when John pleaded for him to halt, stop. And he did. And when they walked back together to the turnaround, he said (and he said it with earnestly, out of goodwill) "You best say I won, or they'll kick the shit out of you, especially my cousins." And so it was. That was back in 1964. And then there was the time in the turnabout, John was getting a beat up badly from a stranger in the neighborhood, he had tried-unimaginative-to beat this guy up, who was drunk and had fell to sleep in the backseat of a car, and it turned on him, the stranger was on top of John, hitting him like he was a rag doll, and he yelled for Chick, and Chick Evens came to the rescue, he grabbed the boy by the back of his hair, pulled it back-neck stretched out like a chicken, and Evens hit him solid a few times in the face: the stranger was built well but evens was built like an gorilla, and he had no option but to released John to protect his face lest he be mash potatoes before it was all over, and now Evens was on top of the stranger, took the fellow off John and beat the shit out of him. And when the boy pleaded he had enough, Evens as usual, stopped the massacre. And then there was the time in the local neighborhood bar, when John was feeling his oats, and was with the motorcycle gang, "Hell's Outcast," and he threw a chair at Evens in a booth, whom was with three other folks: Jennie (Larry's time to come wife), Karen (John's time to come wife), and Larry himself, and Chick hit the chair while descending in the air onto the booth with his elbow, and it boomeranged back towards John, and you could see on John's face disappointment. And then the police came, and Evens had to save the day once again, by pushing John into the cab and down onto the floor, "You guys see John L?" the police officer said. "I think he went out the back door of the bar," Evens said, when in essence, he went out the front, and right into the taxi. And then a summer or two later, they-John L, and Chick Evens-up and went one morning to Long Beach, California, and that's other story. The Fighter ((Part Twelve) (Concerning, Larry Lindsey and Chick Evens, 1966-67)) It had been a deep cold winter, and the streets of Donkeyland were freezing over with ice, Chick Evens was renting out the upper apartment on Granite street from Larry Lindsey and his wife Jennie. The duplex was right across from the steel company, which behind that was the railroad, and Larry was working for the compel at that time. And that morning, the wind sprang up and blew snow everywhichway, on Granite, and Acker and Sycamore and Jackson and Cayuga, and Sims streets. Covered smooth, fairly smooth all the places coverable and what wasn't freezing with snow was freezing with mud. Evens had his space heater going full blast, and drunk as a skunk in those days, he slept with the window open and the gas stove on, and that perturbed Larry, "I'll give you the gas bill next time if you don't turn the damn thing down," he said; and of course he turned down the gas. Evens kicked his feet dry arrival in the door to walk upstairs to his apartment, met Larry at the lowest of the steps going out, young Chick Evens, who had nothing to do, was glad to have bump into Larry without Jennie with him (whom of course was a close friend likewise, but guy will be guys, and she wasn't one of those): Larry, who was on a two week vacation-I think it was a forced on a vacation for many of the compel workers had to take it while the winter season when things were slow, or not at all. In any case, Larry's evening was open, and his day was open and his morning was open, and he left to get drunk with Evens, telling his wife he'd be back after awhile, and bring some hamburgers back with him. Fine, but here he built some trouble, a fire under Jennies feet-figuratively speaking, because she'd be waiting for those hamburgers. And Larry wouldn't return for three days. He had talked to his wife with great earnestness, and honestly meant to come back sooner than later, but while the drinking, and the women parties-and Evens' black girls enchantments, and Evens showing her off in Nigger Town (Rondo), and going to after-hours joints every night, and sleeping wherever available, there wasn't anytime to go back home. To Evens it was all the same, he was single, and had nothing to do, was glad because he did not feel like working that winter anyhow, and collected unemployment, paid Larry a hundred-dollars a month rent and slept the night and half the day away. But Jennie was searching high and low for her husband. Here started a friendship that would become stronger. When Larry had moved from Granite, to Acker, Evens one summer, after returning from a trip from Omaha with Jerry Hino, rented out Larry's attic, gave him 0-dollars to buy guarnatee for his car, then Larry torched the car to derive 00-dollars insurance. A nice profitable sum for a days work; it wasn't all that unusual for such happenings, it was as it was, do it to the other guy (in this case company-because they always stick it to you anyhow) first before he thinks about doing it to you, or simply eat the mouse before the cat gets him, or grab the cheese before the mouse does, something on that order. On other occasion, an older person was looking for Evens-back nearby 1960, and happened to run into Evens and Larry and a few of the other gang, down in the side lot next to Roger's house, and when he said, "I want Evens," Larry ran after him to kick the shit out of him. Larry was kind of the protector, the bodyguard for the neighborhood, and got that respect in return. It was only once I seen Larry beat in a fight, and he was drunk as any drunk could be, and in a miniature confined area of a basement, and some huge football players came in looking for him, because he had beat the crap out of a loud mouth, who evidently was part of the football team. And Larry couldn't get the room to fight, and John L tried to fight, but was pushed into the brick wall, and down he went like a wet rag from a clothesline. Once Larry got out into the backyard, fresh air hit him, he got back into his fighting stance, but the guy didn't want to fight anymore, and thus ran and jumped into a car, Larry picked up a two by four longer than he was tall, over six feet, or thereabouts, and crashed it into the window of the car as it spun not of that alleyway. Larry was no prize fighter, but he had it in him. And incidentally, when he did return home, after those three days missing, he brought a bag of hamburgers, and that is when the real fight started. 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