Michael had a gold tooth
, and i tried not to fixate
on it when he talked to me. He used to be a boxer
, and he told me that the tooth was kind of a trademark
for him then.
He told me he was the black sheep
in his family, which seemed to have been mid-sized and lower-middle class
. He told me about setting kittens
on fire. But don't get the wrong idea: he was very interested in the way things should be, and understanding goodness
. His passion
when i knew him was portraiture
... he had been drawing faces from magazines in pencil, and his was the first room in the house
that i saw. There were rigid
facial portraits in pencil hanging on the walls. He liked to draw celebrities
, and i have one of his portraits on the wall in my apartment: Meg Ryan
. It looks kind of like Kathy Bates
, say most people (and it scares them), and that was also my first instinct
, but my second instinct was to be honored. He somehow thought i was a deep and philosophical person. He gave me a beautiful fuzzy orange
plant, but somehow it died: luckily it was still orange, so looking from his porch
to my balcony
that summer, you could not tell.
I don't know when he left Cherry Street
. I just don't know, and i feel guilty that i don't.