Hanging in a frame

There he is on the wall, trapped beneath the glass with just a couple of cabbies and a few dropouts for company. The sight of him! 2 years in the clink and he's nothing but an Adam's apple resting in some hair gel.

2 years had seemed exceptionally harsh for stealing a car, he was only 17 after all. They let him go.


He's trouble.
I heard he's not Catholic.
He appears to be high.
Someone in the store said that he just got out of St Cloud. 
You're not to see him again, you hear me?


St Cloud Reformatory
But he could drive! They drove and drove and found themselves in South Dakota - they tried to marry but it didn't work out. So they carried on in secret, she double-dated and he triple dated but she didn't know that.

Her little sister was pretty cool about it. He promised her driving lessons in his car and she swore not to say a word. And she didn't, for a while.

He stopped showing up. It wasn't his fault, he was sick, tired, he slept all day. He hadn't felt good since they'd let him out. It was all because of the reds...his daddy's pills, whatever he could find. But the lessons were done. She was going to tell.


People go to Minnehaha Park to wed by the falls. It's truly beautiful in summer when the sunlight warms the trees. They found her body on the snow.


He drove out to the Flat Top and cracked open some Blatz. 
It had been a long night. He just wanted to relax.
Then downtown to the Concord Motel. 
He tried to get his head down. 
It didn't take long.


She was just 15.
He's been hanging on my wall. 













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  1. Updated it with clippings. He tried to kill himself in prison. He died aged 41, 5 months after he married. The poor girl. And her poor sister!

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