You don’t want to do the shebang…I’m doing the shebang!

So 2013 has not started well. Lost my job and then the thing with the cat vs, train sadness last night. How does one best face adversity? I know only one time tested and proven way. Some years back a good friend passed away suddenly, and far too young. Sharon Collier was a mother of two, 34 years old when she suffered  an aortic aneurism. It was a huge funeral. Sharon was loved by a lot of folks, I drove my wife and two other young women to the cemetary Afterwards I suggested the perfect remedy for a shattered and mournful heart: food. And not just food, but fat and geasy food. Oh yeah, and alcohol.

We ended up at Chicago Joes, the same Chicago Joes from Wayne’s World. Before us  a spread of  fried, fat, greasy and decadently junky food. We ordered stiff drinks and fully devoured every incredibly unhealthy crumb. Ana was amazed at the soulfully medicinal benefits of crap food and liqour. I come from a big Irish family filled with people living terribly unhealthy lives. I know how to do funerals.

Fast forward to Rocco. First off, I have to say that little cat was a rock star. He lived life at top speed. Even his death was big. He got hit by a freakin’ train! Broke his damned neck, but didn’t break the skin. That was one tough-assed cat!

Now I hate ice cream, most days. I don’t hate it, hate it, but I really have to be in the mood for it, which is pretty rare. On a lark, just before the demise of Rocco, I’d bought a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Peanut Butter cup ice cream.  So after Rocco lost to the train, which I suspect he thought he might be able to whip(he was pretty cocky) Ana and I were still pretty broken up about the whole thing. I started building a sundae with all the fixings, cherries, whipped cream, fudge topping, nuts. Ana walks in and gasps at the concoction in the bowl before me.

“You’re doing the hole shebang,” she remarks.

“Oh yeah,” says I, “I’m doing the whole shebang.”

“I’m just doing ice cream,” she says, “not the whole shebang. But you go, and do the whole shebang.”

Pouring on some extra whipped cream I replied, “You don’t want to do the shebang…I’m doing the shebang!”

About 900poundgorilla

W.C. Turck is a Chicago playwright and the author of four widely acclaimed books.His latest is "The Last Man," a prophetic novel of a world ruled by a single corporation. His first novel, "Broken: One Soldier's Unexpected Journey Home," was reccommended by the National Association of Mental Health Institutes. His 2009 Memoir, "Everything for Love" chronicled the genocide in Bosnia and the siege of Sarajevo. His third book "Burn Down the Sky" is published exclusively on Amazon Kindle. It was in Sarajevo at the height of the siege where he met and married his wife, writer and Artist Ana Turck. FOX NEWS, ABC, CBS News, the Chicago Tribune and The Joliet Herald covered their reunion after the war. He helped organized relief into Rwanda during the 1994 genocide. Turck has been a guest on WMAQ-TV, WLS in Chicago, WCPT, WBBM radio, National Public Radio, Best Of the Left and the Thom Hartmann show. He has spoken frequently on Human Rights, Genocide and Nationalism. In 2011, his play in support of the Occupy Movement, "Occupy My Heart-a revolutionary Christmas Carol" recieved national media attention and filled theaters to capacity across Chicago. He remains an activist to the cause of human rights and international peace. View all posts by 900poundgorilla

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