Patch sat in what amounted to a small little lobby within Bossman Benny?s office trailer. A couple of second hand chairs probably pilfered from a garage sale some years ago provided the sparse furniture while several old bally flags hung from the walls and covered up the cheap plastic siding of the trailer, their colorful depictions of various carnival acts serving as eclectic tapestries and told the history of carnival life and acts. Patch allowed that antique bronze gaze to roam over the scenes advertising a Blockhead named Sphynx, the faded head on the canvas having a dozen nails sticking out from the skull, an Indian Fakir from faraway lands contorting his slender body to fit through an old tennis racket, and on down the line. Easily ten grand hung from the walls, the banners now considered
collector?s items?no wonder Benny was cheap.
Patch returned his attention to a copy of Amusement Business, the AB as it was known, and flipped through the glossy pages of the magazine advertising new rides for sale, pitching new games and publishing other general information on carnival life. That he found it hard to concentrate came from Benny?s booming voice on the other side of the thin wall, the Boss clearly in a mood from the sound of it. Patch closed the magazine and pitched it back on the empty seat next to him and settled in. Benny?d set up a meeting right at Lot Call, Patch dragging himself to the trailer early in the morning after a long night of set up, the other carnies no doubt already at breakfast. Patch?s stomach rumbled at the thought and he cast his eyes towards the office door yet again.
Benny was a hell of a boss?once you figured out how to negotiate his abrasive personality, miserly attitude towards expenditures and constant temper that is. But he was down for the carnival and its people provided they worked hard and didn?t skim. Patch had been with the boss for years, signing on as an agent working a flat joint with such skill that even though the game was rigged from the beginning Patch hardly ever drew any heat.
?Patch!? Benny bellowed from within his office. ?Get in here.?
Patch chuckled and reached up to adjust his trilby before slowly uncurling from his relaxed posture. He pushed open the door to see Benny sitting behind his desk, a half smoked cigar clenched between his teeth. To his sides stood Lark, the carnival?s old advance man. He?d traded in those responsibilities by going to law school at night and set himself up as the carnival?s mender. Ever since that debacle down in Sarasota, Lark had been grafted to Benny?s side. On the other side of Benny was Twitch, the carnival?s concession man and nominal number two in the pecking order...someone Patch was decidedly less thrilled to see. The two had a complicated relationship, Twitch?s near constant paranoia making him think Patch was always after his job.
?We having a pow-wow eh?? Patch asked with that easy sounding croon. Never let em see you surprised was one of Patch?s mantras and so he appeared as easy going as ever as he sank down into a chair opposite Benny?s desk. ?How ya been Lark? Keepin this one out of jail eh?? Gesturing to Twitch with an affable, if uneven, grin as he crossed an ankle over a knee. A quick sweep of the eyes revealed several cashier?s checks stacked up on the desk. Benny was moving some cash around and clearly didn?t want the banks or the IRS to catch a whiff.
?Been good Patch.? Lark answered with a grin. The two had kind of come up together and worked well with one another. Lark gave Patch the skinny on whatever town they were in while Patch was always forthcoming with gratitude in the form of a little extra cash.
?Took a stroll through the carnival yesterday?we look a little light.? Benny said and scooped the stack of checks down into a draw and away from Patch?s gaze.
?Turnover?s always a grind, Benny. You know that.? Patch answered with a shrug. He was aware they were short on staff which was never a good thing let alone at the start of a swing. ?We?ll fill out as the season goes along.?
?Yeah, well?we got us a hard nut this season?took on some investors so we could get us some spectacular rides and such?they?ll be showing up in a couple days? time. Need us running at full capacity to make it back. I got a couple of backyard boys throwin up flyers in town?you?re my guy to staff us up.?
Patch blew a slow exhale of annoyance. That part about Benny being a hell of a boss under reconsideration at the moment. ?Cmon, Boss?you gonna drop this on me now? I already got half a dozen agents out there dinging me for 20 by 20s I aint got, badgering me about their loke, seeing if I got any holes I can squeeze em in?? Patch gesturing through the open mini-blinds to the Midway beyond. ?Isaac?s wrapped up Hatch exclusively for the season, best talker we have?all the other shows bitchin they got nobody that can build and hold a tip now?? Patch?s problems were never ending and consequently the man had to be incredibly flexible and creative with his solutions as they all queued up at his door to fix it.
?You?re a smooth talker, Patch.? Twitch chimed in. ?I?m sure you can handle it.? Amusement on his face as he was aware that such a task would pull Patch from his lot duties, duties which provided an opportunity for kickbacks and extra cash.
Patch glanced Twitch?s way, the man?s left eye bouncing and moving all over the place and making it impossible to know how to look him in the face. ?You keep that bad eye on concessions and I might have to take that over too.? Patch answered with a slow drawl of amusement, aware that Twitch was self-conscious and the threat would play into the man?s paranoia and drive him crazy.
?Knock it off.? Benny grumbled and pulled his cigar from one side of his mouth to the other. He hadn?t even bothered to light it, his frustration high enough that he just wanted to chew the hell out of it. ?We all got problems, Patch. Ever since Fia just up and disappeared I got no one who can run the carousel. What kind of carnival don?t have a carousel eh? I?ve had guys from all over come in and take a look at it?not one of em can even get the thing started.? Benny munched down hard on his cigar before pulling it out and using it to stab at Patch across the desk. ?You?re my guy out on the lot?get it done. And I don?t want no 40 milers, wobblies or comic book idiots. I want guys who can GTFM.?
Patch knew the sound of finality when he heard it. ?I?ll get it done, Boss.? Pushing up from his chair and pulling at the rim of his trilby in salute. ?Get The Fuckin Money...no worries.? Giving a look to Lark. ?You not too busy keeping these guys outta court?should come down from on high, rub elbows with the boys. All this air conditioning makin ya soft.? Patch giving a grin as he turned to exit the trailer, Benny already beginning to shout at another problem before Patch could even get outside.
Patch sparked a hand rolled cigarette as he came down the steps of Benny?s trailer and pulled in a good inhale of blended smoke before flagging down one of the more experienced Roughies running around the back lot, a young kid with a lot of potential named Rooster.
?Whatcha need, Patch?? Rooster asked after jogging over towards the fixer, wiping his hand with a rag to get the oil and grease off it before reaching out to shake Patch?s in greeting.
?Nothin too complex?need one of the trailers moved round to the Arch?maybe a sign out front directing people lookin for work my way.? Patch answered as he blew his exhale up and away from the kid?s face.
?No problem, Patch?have it all done within the hour.? Rooster answering with a nod and started jogging off towards a group of yardies, yelling up a storm for them to get moving and find a trailer.
collector?s items?no wonder Benny was cheap.
Patch returned his attention to a copy of Amusement Business, the AB as it was known, and flipped through the glossy pages of the magazine advertising new rides for sale, pitching new games and publishing other general information on carnival life. That he found it hard to concentrate came from Benny?s booming voice on the other side of the thin wall, the Boss clearly in a mood from the sound of it. Patch closed the magazine and pitched it back on the empty seat next to him and settled in. Benny?d set up a meeting right at Lot Call, Patch dragging himself to the trailer early in the morning after a long night of set up, the other carnies no doubt already at breakfast. Patch?s stomach rumbled at the thought and he cast his eyes towards the office door yet again.
Benny was a hell of a boss?once you figured out how to negotiate his abrasive personality, miserly attitude towards expenditures and constant temper that is. But he was down for the carnival and its people provided they worked hard and didn?t skim. Patch had been with the boss for years, signing on as an agent working a flat joint with such skill that even though the game was rigged from the beginning Patch hardly ever drew any heat.
?Patch!? Benny bellowed from within his office. ?Get in here.?
Patch chuckled and reached up to adjust his trilby before slowly uncurling from his relaxed posture. He pushed open the door to see Benny sitting behind his desk, a half smoked cigar clenched between his teeth. To his sides stood Lark, the carnival?s old advance man. He?d traded in those responsibilities by going to law school at night and set himself up as the carnival?s mender. Ever since that debacle down in Sarasota, Lark had been grafted to Benny?s side. On the other side of Benny was Twitch, the carnival?s concession man and nominal number two in the pecking order...someone Patch was decidedly less thrilled to see. The two had a complicated relationship, Twitch?s near constant paranoia making him think Patch was always after his job.
?We having a pow-wow eh?? Patch asked with that easy sounding croon. Never let em see you surprised was one of Patch?s mantras and so he appeared as easy going as ever as he sank down into a chair opposite Benny?s desk. ?How ya been Lark? Keepin this one out of jail eh?? Gesturing to Twitch with an affable, if uneven, grin as he crossed an ankle over a knee. A quick sweep of the eyes revealed several cashier?s checks stacked up on the desk. Benny was moving some cash around and clearly didn?t want the banks or the IRS to catch a whiff.
?Been good Patch.? Lark answered with a grin. The two had kind of come up together and worked well with one another. Lark gave Patch the skinny on whatever town they were in while Patch was always forthcoming with gratitude in the form of a little extra cash.
?Took a stroll through the carnival yesterday?we look a little light.? Benny said and scooped the stack of checks down into a draw and away from Patch?s gaze.
?Turnover?s always a grind, Benny. You know that.? Patch answered with a shrug. He was aware they were short on staff which was never a good thing let alone at the start of a swing. ?We?ll fill out as the season goes along.?
?Yeah, well?we got us a hard nut this season?took on some investors so we could get us some spectacular rides and such?they?ll be showing up in a couple days? time. Need us running at full capacity to make it back. I got a couple of backyard boys throwin up flyers in town?you?re my guy to staff us up.?
Patch blew a slow exhale of annoyance. That part about Benny being a hell of a boss under reconsideration at the moment. ?Cmon, Boss?you gonna drop this on me now? I already got half a dozen agents out there dinging me for 20 by 20s I aint got, badgering me about their loke, seeing if I got any holes I can squeeze em in?? Patch gesturing through the open mini-blinds to the Midway beyond. ?Isaac?s wrapped up Hatch exclusively for the season, best talker we have?all the other shows bitchin they got nobody that can build and hold a tip now?? Patch?s problems were never ending and consequently the man had to be incredibly flexible and creative with his solutions as they all queued up at his door to fix it.
?You?re a smooth talker, Patch.? Twitch chimed in. ?I?m sure you can handle it.? Amusement on his face as he was aware that such a task would pull Patch from his lot duties, duties which provided an opportunity for kickbacks and extra cash.
Patch glanced Twitch?s way, the man?s left eye bouncing and moving all over the place and making it impossible to know how to look him in the face. ?You keep that bad eye on concessions and I might have to take that over too.? Patch answered with a slow drawl of amusement, aware that Twitch was self-conscious and the threat would play into the man?s paranoia and drive him crazy.
?Knock it off.? Benny grumbled and pulled his cigar from one side of his mouth to the other. He hadn?t even bothered to light it, his frustration high enough that he just wanted to chew the hell out of it. ?We all got problems, Patch. Ever since Fia just up and disappeared I got no one who can run the carousel. What kind of carnival don?t have a carousel eh? I?ve had guys from all over come in and take a look at it?not one of em can even get the thing started.? Benny munched down hard on his cigar before pulling it out and using it to stab at Patch across the desk. ?You?re my guy out on the lot?get it done. And I don?t want no 40 milers, wobblies or comic book idiots. I want guys who can GTFM.?
Patch knew the sound of finality when he heard it. ?I?ll get it done, Boss.? Pushing up from his chair and pulling at the rim of his trilby in salute. ?Get The Fuckin Money...no worries.? Giving a look to Lark. ?You not too busy keeping these guys outta court?should come down from on high, rub elbows with the boys. All this air conditioning makin ya soft.? Patch giving a grin as he turned to exit the trailer, Benny already beginning to shout at another problem before Patch could even get outside.
Patch sparked a hand rolled cigarette as he came down the steps of Benny?s trailer and pulled in a good inhale of blended smoke before flagging down one of the more experienced Roughies running around the back lot, a young kid with a lot of potential named Rooster.
?Whatcha need, Patch?? Rooster asked after jogging over towards the fixer, wiping his hand with a rag to get the oil and grease off it before reaching out to shake Patch?s in greeting.
?Nothin too complex?need one of the trailers moved round to the Arch?maybe a sign out front directing people lookin for work my way.? Patch answered as he blew his exhale up and away from the kid?s face.
?No problem, Patch?have it all done within the hour.? Rooster answering with a nod and started jogging off towards a group of yardies, yelling up a storm for them to get moving and find a trailer.