Fat Marty Chronicles part one: the early years
By kdbay at June 6, 2011 | 12:24 am | Print
“truth’ll setcha free,” said fat marty over his shoulder to me as the young fella hooking him up to the para-sailing harness said “ya are good to go.” then he signaled the driver of the tow boat and f. marty was tugged airborne and flying down the curve of the beach high above the huts and tourists sippin drinks in the tropical sunset until he disapppeared as a dot far down the 7 mile expanse of negril, jamaica.
i didn’t see him again for years after that moment. he said we should get together “back in the states” when ever we could arrange our schedules.
i thought of our conversations at rick’s cafe late into the night drinkin red stripe and enjoying the cool breezes carrying the reggae sound from the band playing down on the beach front.
he was intriguing, i remembered after, and cindy said, “…putting you two together on any project or scheme would probably bring a world of crazy and trouble, it is good you don’t have much time to be in the same place at the same time much anymore…world of trouble i tell you…f. marty doesn’t want to lose and you, kenn, you don’t ever want to win, put the two of you together and only trouble and more trouble…, and i listen to her always on these matters of humans and their inherent weirdness because cindy is the only person i know and i bet you know that actually saw, in person, the beatles at the london palladium in 1963. i ask my readers out there, do you know anyone who actually saw the beatles in person? it gave her any insight other people don’t have.”
to be continued…
