Father Labat's Discount Book of the Dead

The Man Who Spoke to Ghosts The Man who Spoke to Ghosts went deaf, at least that's what he told me under the bridge warmed by cheap wine and Sterno flame. "You know you can't drink that shit to get high anymore, right?" he asked me. He said it was great being deaf because the whole world was wound up neat and tight in a package in his head where it hummed. Now his ears were locks that kept it all in and kept the voices out. The Man who Spoke to Ghosts told me it was nice to be alone, for once, with his red wine and canned heat and his own thoughts - alone without the voices to bother him. He said the ghosts were tedious and dull, had no soul, no life, nothing interesting to say. He said they bored the shit out of him. With their constant whining and carping and pining for the lives they once had - the lives they ignored when they had them. He took another pull from his bottle, gave me a slap on the knee, and told me it was great being deaf. "Finally, a little peace," he said. Above us the semis and commuters and joyriders rumbled past, shaking the concrete pillars of his home. Of course the Man who Spoke to Ghosts heard nothing. I opened my mouth to say something but stopped. And the Man who Spoke to Ghosts went on being deaf.

Author: Thad Haverkamp

Publisher: Spartan Press

Publication Date: May 20, 2017

Number of Pages: 62 pages

Language: English

Binding: Paperback

ISBN-10: 1946642142

ISBN-13: 9781946642141