Happy New Year | Part 1

Greens for money.

It was the greens that made me want to kill her.
Well, the lack of really. She was from some suburb of
Chicago, something with a W in it, Winetco, or
Wilmont, something with a W. Like coming from Chicago
excused her from knowing about these things.

“You never heard of it?”

“Nope.”

That’s all she said the first time I asked her. Nope.
Just a simple nope while she kept on mashing the
potatoes.

“On New Year’s Day you have black-eyed peas, greens
and pork.” I said, still not believing she’d never
heard of this.

“Hmm.”

I remember that first year her mashing those potatoes
kind of turned me on. And I wasn’t too upset about
the greens then. So I went up behind her and wrapped
my arms around her. She liked it then too. I
whispered in her ear.

“Black-eyed peas for luck.” I kissed a little bit on
her ear. “Greens for money,” and kissed again. “And
pork . . .”
I couldn’t ever remember what pork stood for so I
just slapped her on her tight ass. She jumped and
almost spilled the bowl full of potatoes. We stripped
and fucked right there on the floor before she could
finish mashing them. That was a while ago though. We
had cold potatoes and steak for our first New Year’s
Day together. Steak and potatoes stands for nothing
that I can think of.