The Summer of the Monkeys.
A short story by Elijah Goldman
Dedicated to Jacob Goldman Esquire, I'll never forget your smile.
It was the beginning of summer when I first met Jacob at a bus station where he was selling cocaine (and on many occasions his body), so he could make enough money to support his crippling heroin habit. We became fast friends. I found his sexist, racist, and just generally insulting remarks very charming, and I eventually took him into my home. After an intensive 48 hour heroin rehab program I designed (wherein the patient is only given drugs as a treat) , he was ready to begin a new life as an unlicensed doctor. After killing many, many people, we decided it was time to leave that life behind and move to Atlanta, Georgia, to follow our dreams of becoming sleazy grifters/carnies. We had some success, yet the life was far to glamourous for Jacob's unrefined palette. A few days later we quit our cons and parted ways. I haven't seen Jacob since that fateful day in the ATL, but I've heard he has moved to the Denver area and is trying to forget his past as a drug addicted murderous doctor/conman/carnie/prostitute. I may never see him again, but I'll always remember that summer. The Summer of the Monkeys.
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