{"id":15554,"date":"2009-10-24T20:26:28","date_gmt":"2009-10-24T20:26:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/?p=15554"},"modified":"2009-12-17T13:22:28","modified_gmt":"2009-12-17T13:22:28","slug":"the-guy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/the-guy\/","title":{"rendered":"The Guy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>By Thomas Mundt.<\/p>\n<p>When I reach the bottom of the exit ramp, I roll down my window because The Guy asks me to. I have no good reason not to. I&#8217;m a Nice Guy. The Guy seems like a Nice Guy. Don&#8217;t ask me why. He just does. You can always tell when a Guy is a Nice Guy. And Nice Guys need to stick together. Especially in Logan Square. Because there aren&#8217;t many Nice Guys like us left in this neighborhood.<\/p>\n<p>The air&#8217;s cold. The Guy has his forearms resting on the driver&#8217;s side door frame. He looks around inside my car.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNinja Turtle up and left. Done run off with the Skittles. Got half a mind to follow, put his ass down right quick.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The Guy sounds like he needs a Ricola.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYeah? You don&#8217;t say.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNinja Turtle gonna get his. That&#8217;s affirmative-mothafuckin&#8217;-fact.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMost definitely.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe talkin&#8217; declarative sentences here. Feel me?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGet in.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I motion for The Guy to walk around the front of my Bonneville. He smiles and gives the hood a friendly slap with his palm. When he gets to the other side, he opens the passenger&#8217;s side door and climbs in. Buckles up right away.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNow we communicatin&#8217;.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhere to?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAMC right <em>nyah<\/em>.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJust up the block? The one \u2018cross from, what? Fat Willy&#8217;s?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe same, youngin&#8217;.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>When the light changes and I start driving, I notice that The Guy has a pack of Reds in the pocket of his flannel. I ask him for one and he gives me one right away. Doesn&#8217;t even give me some song and dance about it being his last or anything. He keeps one for himself and punches the cigarette lighter in the console between us.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAh, that shit don&#8217;t work. Here.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I flip open the compartment and hand him my lighter. He lights my smoke first. A real gentleman, The Guy.<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cSheeeeeeit.<\/em> Ninja Turtle ain&#8217;t nothin&#8217;. Gonna get his ass lit up. We talkin&#8217; tonight.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The Guy&#8217;s cigarette bounces up and down like a diving board when he talks. It&#8217;s kind of funny, when you think about it.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe talkin&#8217; to-mothafuckin&#8217;-night. Hoo!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>We stop at the light. The movie theater&#8217;s on our left. The Guy tries to unlock the door to get out but he doesn&#8217;t know it&#8217;s busted.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHere. I gotta get that.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I hit the button for the power locks. The Guy smiles when the silver knob pops up in the door frame. He turns to shake my hand.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMuch obliged.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cDe nada.&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The Guy steps out of the Bonneville. He doesn&#8217;t bother to walk up Western, to the crosswalk. He just weaves in and out of cars stopped at the light. I can hear him yelling.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNinja-mothafuckin&#8217;-Turtle! I know you ain&#8217;t stray far, now! You on these premises right <em>nyah!&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The Guy makes it across all four lanes of traffic and reaches the theater. There&#8217;s a bunch of kids out front smoking but there&#8217;s also a grown-ass man, trying to look all casual, like he&#8217;s just reading a <em>Red Eye.<\/em> Then he just books toward a parking garage. The Guy sprints after him, yelling something I can&#8217;t hear well enough to understand. Ninja Turtle. Has to be.<\/p>\n<p>The light turns green. As I drive up Western, I think about The Guy catching Ninja Turtle and throwing him off the top the parking garage, onto the tracks. I sort of feel bad for Ninja Turtle, but then I remember that he stole. The Guy can&#8217;t let that slide. The Guy has limits. All Nice Guys do.<\/p>\n<p><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-15528\" src=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/10\/thomasmundt-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"thomasmundt\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/10\/thomasmundt-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/10\/thomasmundt.jpg 604w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>ABOUT THE AUTHOR<br \/>\nThomas Mundt<\/strong> is a Chicagoan by birth and a Memphisian by proxy. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in places like <em>Six Sentences, The 2nd Hand, The Northville Review,<\/em> and <em>Zygote In My Coffee.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-thumbnail wp-image-15528\" src=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/10\/thomasmundt-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"thomasmundt\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" hspace=\"5\" vspace=\"5\" align=\"right\" \/>When I reach the bottom of the exit ramp, I roll down my window because The Guy asks me to.  I have no good reason not to.  I&#8217;m a Nice Guy.  The Guy seems like a Nice Guy.  Don&#8217;t ask me why.  He just does.  You can always tell when a Guy is a Nice Guy.  And Nice Guys need to stick together.  Especially in Logan Square.  Because there aren&#8217;t many Nice Guys like us left in this neighborhood.<\/p>\n<p>The air&#8217;s cold. The Guy has his forearms resting on the driver&#8217;s side door frame. He looks around inside my car. <\/p>\n<p>By <b>Thomas Mundt<\/b>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":119,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15554","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-flash-fiction"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15554","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/119"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15554"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15554\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15554"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15554"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15554"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}