The Man Who Watches (i)

 

THE BARISTA attempted to take my cup before I’d finished. There was still a little left, and it was mine. I’d paid for it and I wanted to finish it. I’d never get that in New York. Why did she pick it up without asking? It’s okay, though, she’s nice. Erica is her name.

Just let me finish my coffee, Erica.

I can’t help but overhear the conversations of the staff and the frequenters: the energetic business types, the gossipers, the artists discussing their next project, the solemn ones deep in thought, and the friends catching up like the group of Pakistanis who sit outside debating and gesticulating every evening. The mothers, the fathers, the sons, the daughters. The highly successful, the down and outs. White-collar, blue-collar, grey-collar. There’s this one guy; he looks like he’s had twelve rounds with God Almighty — he’s beat. He doesn’t smile, ever. He’s missing a tooth — a canine — and his hair is always a curly, copper mess. He’s never without stubble. I’ve wondered where he goes during the day. I can’t imagine he works. I think about his life. I think about the relentlessness of life.

Then I drink my coffee.

 

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‘Alan is dreadfully unhappy. He’s depressed,’ the woman, whose name I think is June, says. She’s wearing a light blue woollen jumper which looks over-worn, but that’s the look, apparently. She’s about fifty. She’s a smoker, and tends to leave every half-hour or so to light up; too cold to sit outside. ‘I’m telling you, Jean, I’m worried.’

‘Everyone’s depressed, June. There’s nothing for them at the moment. Liam’s banging his head against the wall. He’s going mad.’

Jean sips from her cup — a mint tea. She’s wearing a striking red blouse. She’s quite attractive for her age. (I estimate she’s a few years younger than June)

‘Alan’s going to do it. I think it every night before I  go to sleep and it’s the first thought I have when I wake in the morning: he’s going to do himself in. I just know it. I knock on his door every morning and peep my head in, fearing the worst. Can you imagine living with that worry? And I can’t talk to him. I can’t. Every time I try he gets so angry. This is my boy and he’s so angry with me. He’s angry with everything.’

‘He needs to move out.’

‘How can he? He can’t get a job so he can’t afford the rent. The prices are unreasonable. One thing he said the other week, he said he wanted to shoot everyone in the social welfare. The people who were queuing, the staff, he wanted to shoot all of them. I told him, this isn’t America.’

‘He’s being dramatic, June. He’s always been like that, your Alan,’ says Jean, breaking up a fruit and oat biscuit with her long, red fingernails. She dips a piece of it into her mint tea and takes a bite. She elegantly brushes her short blonde hair back with her other hand. Damn, she’s a beautiful woman. I think that if my wife looked like that approaching fifty, I’d have been dealt a good hand. But she won’t: it’s the cigarettes. No way Jean smokes. Not a chance.

‘Liam started an evening course. It’s in digital marketing.’

‘What’s that?’ asks June.

‘Marketing, but online — on the internet.’

‘I’ve never grasped the internet.’

‘It’s easy once you get the hang of it.’

‘Is Liam still seeing Nicole?’

‘No, didn’t I tell you? They broke up last month. Had a massive argument in the house. She walked out. Of course trying to find out if they’d broken up was like trying to get blood from a stone. I don’t understand it. I was never so difficult when I was his age.’

‘They’re all difficult, this generation. They don’t know how to mature. Too much handed to them, everything’s too easy. They get anything they want.’

And then they both say, at the exact same time, ‘except a job!’ and they laugh. And I think to myself, what a pair. They’re making a joke about these poor guys being out of work with no prospects, and these guys are their offspring, and they say that they’re worried, and then they joke about the perils of their children.

What a pair.

‘It’s all money worries,’ says June.

‘Money, unfortunately, equates to happiness. I don’t care what anybody says.’

June excuses herself, ‘Time for a fag,’ and then she stops and looks at Jean in a way that a mother looks at her child, ‘Oh, you look great, Jean. You always do,’ she says.

Jean smiles. She knows it, and she knows — with a great deal of satisfaction — that she looks better than her friend, and that feeling, surely, is something that money can’t buy.

June leaves and Jean smiles to herself, then sips her mint tea.

 

(1 of 2: read The Man Who Watches (ii) tomorrow)

 

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15 thoughts on “The Man Who Watches (i)

  1. I enjoyed your post, the scene you’ve set up. A couple of observations: this is long — and there is a tag called longreads that you could have used on it. (However, Word Press prefers we don’t use more than 15 tags. In fact they threaten to spit it out of the Reader if we do. I’ve never tested this out, though.)

    Since most people prefer shorter posts, one this long could give more than a single blog post. You could have divided it into two, Part one today and Part two tomorrow. Which is handy if you don’t have time to write one tomorrow.

    I hope the economy isn’t so bad over there than people are thinking of doing themselves in. (Goodness, people lived through the Dirty Thirties — but people do expect a lot more now.) If it really is so, I’ve very sorry to hear it.

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    1. Thank you for the very helpful pointers, Christine. I’m new to WordPress so this advice is invaluable. I could still split it into two parts, and I might do that.

      I think every city has its problems and there will always be vulnerable people out there. Sadly, there have been many cases of people taking their own lives over the past few years, and many of these could be attributed to the aftermath of the crash.

      In this case it’s a mother fearing the worst – parents do tend to worry, after all! We’re told that Dublin is recovering – we’ve been hearing it for the past few years, and that’s partly why the Fine Gael party stayed in power – but it’s still a very tough place to live for a large number of people. And it isn’t getting any cheaper, either.

      Thank you for taking the time to read the post!

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    2. Like your About page, but am not sure why there isn’t a place to Like and leave Comments. (Unless it’s this particular theme?)

      One more pointer: as soon as you’ve published a few blog posts, go to Widgets and install a Recent Posts Widget. This makes your blog more user-friendly by showing readers the titles of your eight (?) recent posts. Otherwise, by the time you have say twenty posts published, the poor reader has to scroll back and back and back to find out what you’ve written about in the past.

      I usually tell new bloggers to install a drop down category list as well — also a Widget. Categorizing posts by subject(s) will also make a handy “filing system” for your own use as well. I wish I’d done that when I started out. 🙂 But if you choose to use mostly tags, a Tag Cloud widget might suit you better.

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      1. Thank you so much for your advice. I’ve just noticed that I hadn’t activated the ‘like’ button for the About page (done now), and I’ll definitely add the Recent Posts Widget. I’ll check out those other widgets, too. Thank you again for the tips. I look forward to reading some of your work 🙂

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  2. Thanks for pointing that out, Christine. Not sure how that happened. I’ve taken a look at it and have added Home, About and Contact. However, I can’t figure out how to change the box to read ‘Menu.’ I’m about to go to sleep so I’ll try work it out tomorrow. Thanks for the heads up!

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    1. I was wrong. Don’t use this theme myself, but checked your poetry blog and that set of bars doesn’t have any word beside it. By the way, you can delete all my tutorial comments if you like, seeing as they’re cluttering up your post. 🙂

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  3. Reblogged this on Christine's Collection and commented:
    Would you like to take an interesting little trip today? Last week, via another blogger’s post, I hopped across the Big Pond to hang out in a Dublin Coffee Shop and listen in on the conversation. Maybe you’d like to find out, too, what folks are saying over there. Scott has done a very good job of letting his readers into the scene.

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