Timmy stands and talks with cigarette in mouth. "I shot seven consecutive three pointers. I was the leading scorer." He looks like Tom Hanks with a blond afro.
Darlene says, "Nice, Timmy."
"I was semi-pro. Triple A division. We were the champs for all of Albany and Schenectady region. You should have seen it."
I say, "They've got courts here."
"Three to four, Tuesdays and Thursdays. I'll shoot with you Fox."
"Cool. I'm not good, but I try."
Timmy smiles and laughs. "A for effort." Takes a drag off his cigarette. "You're an officer and a gentleman." Darlene takes a drag off hers.
A heavily grated window too high to reach lets the smoke out. Nobody could possibly escape out of it.
Timmy gets serious, "I was Lucan, the Lone Wolf. I was raised by wolves."
Darlene says, "Oh Timmy, stop."
"Mrs. Bachon and her evil step children adopted me. They were mean to me because I was the foster child. But I proved myself on the court."
Timmy smashes out his butt, and places a fresh cig in his mouth. Darlene, who already had a lighter in her hand, lights him.
"Thanks, Sza Sza. My father was a commercial artist, but he died when I was young. I didn't really know him. I have a few memories of him teaching me to draw." He sucks his tailpipe. "Horseborn is German. What are you, Fox?"
"I come from a proud people." Did you ever hear anyone say they come from an unproud people.
Smoke. Enjoy fully. Must quit.
Timmy says, "Do you smell weed?" Yes. Is Jumping Jack Flash smoking pot, inside the hospital? It's a roll up. You'd think it'd be easy to tell the difference by the smell, but it isn't. The nurse comes.
"What are you smoking?"
Jumping Jack Flash is innocent like a child. "I got some leaves from that tree outside."
The nurse says, "No, I'm sorry," and takes away his cig and ashtray.
Timmy says, "Give him one of mine."
JJF says, "Thanks, Tim."
The orderly comes up to me, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"What's this?" He gestures to my hand which plucks a hair from my eyebrow with a vibrate twirl maneuver known as a MacAllister.
"Nothing."
"You need to stop."
"I can't touch myself?"
"You're not allowed to hurt yourself."