{"id":17706,"date":"2009-10-29T14:07:15","date_gmt":"2009-10-29T19:07:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thelocalvoice.net\/oxford\/?p=17706"},"modified":"2014-10-27T14:17:49","modified_gmt":"2014-10-27T19:17:49","slug":"what-the-faulkner-presents-adventures-with-pinecone-the-final-chapter-by-charles-hale-from-tlv-92","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thelocalvoice.net\/oxford\/what-the-faulkner-presents-adventures-with-pinecone-the-final-chapter-by-charles-hale-from-tlv-92\/","title":{"rendered":"“What the Faulkner Presents: Adventures with Pinecone- The Final Chapter” by Charles Hale (From TLV #92)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Pinecone92MIC\"<\/a>She dumped me. It wasn\u2019t sweet but it was simple. One afternoon last week I was sitting on my porch drinking hot chocolate and enjoying the weather that finally had me wearing long sleeves, when she pulled up in her car. We didn\u2019t have a call before you come policy but she had never just dropped by before. So I was a tad caught off guard. And she wasn\u2019t wearing her glasses.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d she said after walking up to me with her head down. \u201cI want to be with someone else. He\u2019s a guy I had a crush on in high school.\u201d Then she turned and walked back to her car. There was no hug goodbye, there was no moment when I could cry on her shoulder, there wasn\u2019t even a chance to fight.\u201d I was d-u-m-p-e-d. So I went to the bar.<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m not going to tell you I\u2019ve been in the bar every night since then but I do know that more times than not the first High Life is opened for me before the door closes behind me. I\u2019m telling you all of this to help you understand how hungover I was when I woke up Saturday and realized that Pinecone\u2019s birthday was the next day and I had promised to take him out to eat.<\/span><\/p>\n

I dialed his number still in my boxers and didn\u2019t even think about the possibility of Sheila answering. \u201cHello,\u201d my little soon-to-be ten- year- old friend said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBirthday. Lunch. Today. What do you want?\u201d I blurted into the phone.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell it\u2019s nice to hear from you again,\u201d Pinecone said and it sort of dawned on me that we were switching roles in life. Not really that he was getting that much older, but more so that I was regressing in maturity. \u201cWhat do you think about jalapeno cornbread?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI know the place,\u201d I blurted out again. And after arranging the time and whatnot I showered, brushed my teeth, and took one big shot and one little shot of whiskey; just to get my head straight.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was crowded when Pinecone and I got to the restaurant but I slipped the hostess two dollar bills and she found us a booth in the back. She looked at me kinda like she knew me from reading the paper but it could have been that I had something in my teeth. The mirrors were still just as dirty as when I had been in last and the paintings were extra quirky.<\/span><\/p>\n

The waitress was polite when she came over and told us her name and asked us what we\u2019d like to drink. Pinecone ordered a sweet tea and looked over at me like he was making sure it was ok to order that. I nodded and told the young lady I wanted a water. She turned and started to walk away so I had to call out, \u201cand a Heineken!\u201d She turned back toward us and had a look on her face like something had just clicked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you Pinecone?\u201d the waitress asked after walking back to our table. Pinecone shook his head yes but I could tell he didn\u2019t understand. \u201cI\u2019ve been reading about you in the paper, you\u2019re kind of a celebrity in here.\u201d When the waitress walked away again I noticed that she had a really nice ass and I wondered if she ever wore glasses.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHave you been writing about me or something?\u201d Pinecone asked while we waited on our food. If I hadn\u2019t been emotionally raw from my recent break-up I probably would not have been as honest with him as I was. Pinecone thought it was strange that I had been writing about him in the paper but he shrugged it off like any soon-to-be ten-year-old would. Then he changed the subject and asked me how the toothpicks got in the ceiling. I told him you have to stick it in your straw, lean way back, and blow as hard as you can. He tried a few times but failed. I knew how he felt and so I ordered another beer and while he went to piss I went to the bar and took a shot. I really missed Sheila and thought if I got drunk enough I could look at Pinecone out of one eye and see a little bit of her.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pinecone started devouring his meatloaf as soon as it showed up. I had ordered country fried steak but really I just wanted the gravy; and this time I remember to order an extra side of it. The waitress appeared cuter and cuter each time she came over to the table and each time she walked away I confirmed her nice-assedness.<\/span><\/p>\n

After our plates had been cleared and I had just took the first sip of a new Heineken I heard some mumbling in the back. When I turned toward the noise I saw several waitresses coming our way. The nice-assed one was carrying a giant brownie with a little candle in it. I wondered if she was saving her cupcake for me. They were singing \u201cHappy Birthday\u201d and I was overcome with the emotion they were sharing. When they finished our waitress said, \u201cwe read in The Local Voice <\/em>that your birthday was coming up. We didn\u2019t know if we missed it but we thought we\u2019d bring this over anyway.\u201d Pinecone said thank you and blew out the candle.<\/span><\/p>\n

But I didn\u2019t like that these waitresses were showing me up and I was drunk and heartbroken so I jumped up on the table and started singing Happy Birthday all by myself. Nobody really clapped when I finished so I started in on Achy Breaky Heart, but no one clapped. Then a toothpick fell from the ceiling and landed in Pinecone\u2019s eye. It bounced off and he wasn\u2019t hurt, but right then I knew two things. First, I\u2019m not the kind of guy that needed to be looking after kids and second, we needed to get the hell out of there. I pulled sixty dollars out of my pocket, threw it on the table, jumped off the table and grabbed Pinecone\u2019s arm. We were halfway to the door when I looked at him and asked, \u201cAre you old enough to drive yet?\u201d and he looked at me like he didn\u2019t recognize the man I had become. But at least I was still a good tipper because cheating this town\u2019s service workers is a shameful offense.\u00a0\"The<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

–<\/span>
\nThis is part 11. To read part 10, click here.<\/a><\/span>
\nThis article was originally printed in The Local Voice #92 (published October 29, 2009).<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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