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| October 2008 / Volume 8 / Issue Three | |||||||||||
| Samantha Arlotta | |||||||||||
| Gabe the Mod has lived in the same house since he was born he’s lived in that old stucco place on tortilla flats for 41 years and you have to climb 70 stairs of overgrown ivy and crushed snails to get to the front door where he lives with his mother alone in this place with 5 bedrooms his sister Sally used to live there too but she died of an aneurysm three years ago and ever since their mother has refused to leave the house she hasn’t left the house at all for any reason she just stays on the couch watching basic cable eating whatever Gabe the Mod brings up for her watching videos on their old VCR and smoking Marlboro Lights while he goes out drinking Gabe the Mod wakes up to an 18 pack every morning and doesn’t stop drinking til he passes out listening to the Quadrophenia soundtrack in his car sometimes a cigarette in hand we don’t know what’s going to happen to him but it can’t be good my dad and I talk about it more and more often now sometimes the phone calls come in at 4 am Gabe the Mod blasting an old 70s theme song or quoting 45 minutes worth of Jaws he has this amazing fact recall and can recite whole movies word for word pause for pause could have done a thousand things with all that passion, you know Gabe the Mod is my godfather I used to call him my nino everyone protested and my grandmother in particular thought it was sacrilege for some one like that to even be at the baptism but that’s the way my dad was he didn’t care what anyone said and now my grandmother’s dead and they’ve been friends for over 25 years even though when I was 13 he put his hand on my thigh and asked me if I’d ever read Lolita Gabe the Mod collects film memorabilia and owes over 20,000 dollars to various credit card companies because he had to have the official Brandon Lee Crow action figure an exact replica of Stryder’s sword from Lord of the Rings a James Bond Edition Rolex he’s a man who knows what he wants and has to have it with no concern for the cost it’s not really his fault I mean, it is and it isn’t you see, his mother never made him grow up she always coddled him, paid his way maybe she felt guilty that his father walked out on them maybe a lot of things but the fact is Gabe the Mod didn’t have a real job until he was 32 when he applied at Costco and they hired him as a meat cutter he got paid decent money, was given union representation and everything until La Gata Negra made the scene La Gata Negra or the Beast with No Name was his manager and he took up with her for a month or so of sex and drinking according to him she was a neighborhood girl with a slight, permanent hunch and a questionable weight problem they maintained relations until she found another meat cutter and then Gabe the Mod got furious and went on a drunk to end all drunks driving by her house, throwing shit on her lawn calling her cell phone at 2 in the morning bursting into tears at supermarkets and in the middle of the street “I TOOK HER ASS CHERRY, MAN!” “SHE SAID SHE LOVED ME, THAT FUCKING WHORE!” but I guess that’s just how it goes with women I guess that’s how it goes with Gabe the Mod and love he’s never had much luck in that department even when he was handsome before all that drunk-bloat kicked in he’s like all of my dad’s friends like my dad somewhere along the line they all got bitter and gave up they all have sad stories, failures piled upon failures but I think Gabe the Mod is by far the worst maybe because he was the closest maybe because I saw him get worse go from a drinker to a drunk and now that I’m older I can see it for what it is and he’ll never put his hand on my thigh again because I’m grown up now and he isn’t a few years back he spent thousands of dollars having Ace Face of Quadrophenia’s scooter replicated that whole year he only wore Fred Perry and listened to skiffle the bike got shipped all over the place, parts were imported from all over it passed hands, there were setbacks and mistakes, technical issues, money issues it took a long time and when finally the whole business was finished and every detail had been replicated down to the license plate and the exact shade of the bumper stickers Gabe the Mod wheeled it into his garage where it’s been ever since sometimes when he’s drunk he puts on a sharkskin suit, puts on Love Reign O’er Me and passes out like that holding the handle bars but it hasn’t moved in so long it doesn’t run anymore it’s totally useless. |
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