WHATEVER HAPPENED TO LUCKY ERIC?
I once played the part Lucky Eric in John Godber’s play "Bouncers" in San Francisco. Recently, I found myself wondering, whatever happened to Lucky Eric?
Pull up a beer keg, make yourself comfortable, have a wee nip of this, and I’ll tell you.
Lucky Eric is sitting at a booth in the back of the empty club nursing an after hours scotch. Jimmy The Con slides onto the seat next to him and sets down his orange juice. He looks at Lucky Eric and notices Eric’s also nursing a black eye along with his scotch.
“Stone me, what happened to you?” Jimmy is doing a bad job of
Lucky Eric is not amused.
“Some punk. Lucky punch.”
“Yeah? Not for you.”
“Yeah. Showing off to his chick. I wasn’t letting the little sod in.
Never saw it coming. Popped me right in the eye. And ran off like a
“Well … “ Jimmy is still smiling. Lucky Eric turns to him.
“It’s not funny.”
“No. Course not. Hey, it happens.”
“Time was I’d have grabbed that fist and crushed every bone in his
hand before he got within six inches of my face.”
“Yeah, well you had an off night. That’s all.”
“No. It’s not just that.” He turns to Jimmy. “You know how old I
“Forty eight. You think this is any kind of life for a middle aged
man? Working the door. Lousy pay, tired all the time, idiots taking shots
“C’mon, it’ll be okay. Have another.”
Lucky Eric stares into his glass.
“Little shit got to corner, dropped his trousers, and mooned me.”
“Jesus.” says Jimmy under his breath.
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