The Restaurant

He didn’t want to die. Wasn’t ready for the mess he left. The basement shakes with my Jane’s sobs. What are we gonna do now? Funerals, eulogies, to honor a memory. Someone loved. Someone despised. Doesn’t matter now. We just honor. A year later and all the money is gone. Not a penny left. Another failed investment. Spent every last penny of the IRA, throwing it at a chicken wing joint. Maybe the building was cursed, or maybe the slumlord was a 75 year-old lady, who refused to fix the broken sewer line. Now they have a beautifully remodeled building they didn’t own, and a backed up grease trap. Raw sewage left to rot pipes. He had left Renee a mess.