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Chapters (37)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. The Truth of Thom Jones
  5. Selected Stories
  6. The Pugilist at Rest
  7. The Black Lights
  8. I Want to Live!
  9. Silhouettes
  10. Mosquitoes
  11. A White Horse
  12. Cold Snap
  13. Superman, My Son
  14. Way Down Deep in the Jungle
  15. Pickpocket
  16. Pot Shack
  17. I Need a Man to Love Me
  18. Sonny Liston Wasa Friend of Mine
  19. The Roadrunner
  20. A Run Through the Jungle
  21. 40, Still at Home
  22. Tarantula
  23. Mouses
  24. Daddy’s Girl
  25. New Stories
  26. Night Train
  27. Volcanoes from Hell
  28. A Merry Little Christmas
  29. All Along the Watchtower
  30. Diary of My Health
  31. The Junkman of Chengdu
  32. Bomb Shelter Noel
  33. Acknowledgments
  34. Credits
  35. About the Author
  36. Also by Thom Jones
  37. Thank you for buying this ebook, published by Hachette Digital.

This guy I saw on the Donahue show said if you laugh all the time you can heal yourself from fatal diseases and that some guy healed himself by watching the Three Stooges and the Marx Brothers. Well, I guess I’ll just have to die, because I could never laugh over something so stupid as that. Really, Monk knew what he was doing and made the story funny to make us laugh like that—he was always a kidder. But after Barney died right after the dog and Mary Lou, Monk caved in. All that good stuff he learned at the AA about the higher power, which helped Monk quit drinking and smoking, the higher power Monk chose to call God—it all quit working. Monk was no dummy. He could see Tootie was just practicing the Hippocratic oath with no real feeling. Although she tried to cover it up, Tootie went into a depression, too. She didn’t feel right at home and she didn’t want to go back to Africa. She put up a front, but Monk could see through it. No matter what Tootie did for him or what Pug did for him, he just sort of dried up inside. Pug was with him when he died. Pug was with Barney when he died and with Mary Lou. Three in five years. Pug said Monk was rational right up to the end. He didn’t say nothing about Jesus taking him to heaven. What he said was, “Ain’t this a bitch?” After he said that, Pug said he rolled over and died. Maybe Pug saw it wrong. Maybe Monk closed his eyes and prayed for his own salvation, for the forgiveness of his sins. Late at night when I can’t sleep, I think of Monk up in heaven with Barney and Mary Lou and the whole family short of Pa, who died cursing God.

My doctor gave me an operation because my lower eyelids were growing up and going into my eye. The pain was horrible. Tootie did the operation over, to get all of the eyelid roots out, but they still sprout up and stick me in the eye and I have to tape my eye open, put drops in it, and take aspirin. Sometimes the pain is so bad I just have to lie on my bed and hold a picture of Jesus to my heart and pray for Him to come and take me, or pray for Him to save Tootie’s soul. She has done good things for the world, but only through the grace of Jesus are we saved. Our righteous acts are as filthy rags. Everybody knows that one.