Junior and Senior

Joel told me that Junior was the owner's youngest son. He was being groomed to take over the T-shirt wholesale operation when Senior retired. Senior was reluctant to turn over the reins of business to Junior. He was definitely your classic example of a wastrel cruising through life on his father's coattails. He bleached his balding hair that hung past the collars of his awful Hawaiian shirts. Junior even sported a gold razor blade on a chain which sat parked in a hedge of chest hair on his exposed torso. I often heard Senior shouting at his son to button up that fucking shirt because will call pick ups might mistake him for a pimp. Junior did a lot of illegal things but pimping wasn't one of them as far as I knew.

On occasion, Junior would give me the keys to his Chevy Suburban and instruct me to take the behemoth to Brown Bear car wash for a thorough fucking cleaning. I could keep any of the thumb sized buds of smelly marijuana I found but any baggies of cocaine were to be rendered unto Junior. These thorough fucking cleanings occurred before his ski trips to Canada. I made extra cash selling the bud nuggets to Joel and Phil back at the warehouse. Senior did not like us because we were too buddy buddy with Junior. He used to sneer at us when he came through the warehouse and call us RollingBeatles. Once while sleeping off a hangover in the back of a semi container we were unloading, Joel revealed that there was a second son who was not senior or junior or major or minor. Apparently he was a successful dentist in town. When I asked why he wasn't being courted to take over the warehouse when Senior called it a day, I was told that he was queer. Senior could tolerate a lot of things; drunkenness, sloth, minor thievery, gambling addiction (it was Junior who first showed me how to read the Daily Racing Form), womanizing, even gross mismanagement, but he could not even for a moment of his life of simmering resentment and anger entertain the idea of turning over the company he built moldy cinder block by moldy cinder block to a faggot.