Billy Mccestie: A Narrative Of My Life

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Depressed and hungry Freddie needs to find a place for survival, although released from the hospital a week ago; he has not eaten for two days. In a rare Telephone booth Freddie dials a number from the advertisement he circled in the paper earlier.
“Hello!” He listens, “I’m calling about the advertisement in the paper,” a bit surprised by the questioning he goes on. “No, I don’t have a job now,” pulling the receiver from his ear, “If I had a job, I wouldn’t be calling you, would I, jackass?” He puts the receiver back to his ear pretending he was talking to a friend.
“Oh no, I was talking to a friend, not you.” Freddie puts the phone down, waves to a man passing by, and screams out.
“Billy, Billy McCestie!”The man looks at him as if he was
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“Oh, no… I was not talking to you. I was talking to another friend, hold on, there she goes,” the receiver down, he calls out to a passing girl.
“Mary! Mary
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Spotting the girl Freddie is upset, “oh shit” he mutters in disappointment getting jumpy, not liking the situation, one bit, “Okay, okay, I will be right over,” talking very fast so he can make a quick getaway, “What …No…I do not have a wife or any children. Okay, I will see you in a while.” He says hanging up the receiver rushing away from the phone, but instead of running in the opposite direction, the confused hobo heads toward the police officer, and to top it off he is waving and shouting to him as he crosses the street.
“Officer, Officer McCestie! Is that you?” Looking strangely at Freddie, who is coming in an inconsistent fashion, The Patrolman prepares himself for the unexpected as he reaches for his gun, but at the last second Freddie dashes past the officer and runs to the waiting bus laughing as he boards. Standing in front of the bus driver, he pretends to search for money, clearing his pockets, he shrugs his shoulders and laughs steadily watching the officer as the bus pulls