Matt O’Haid and His Broom
2 am. I got off the train and walked towards the entrance. Then I saw a familiar face. Matt O’Haid… I knew him from high school. He was more built now… seriously. He looked like his arms had more strength than he knew what to do with. The kind of guy you’d be glad to be on his good side. He was about 24 years old.
At school he was a skinny but tough kid. I guess you might say he was the street rat type… full of bravado. But he was always nice enough to me, except for one time when he punched me in the stomach. One of the cooler teachers jokingly had said “Matt O’Haid… that kid only comes to school to get orders for his shoplifting.” Which was absolutely the truth.
I said hi and started talking to him. As we left the station, he saw an opportunity for mischief. He went and grabbed a random broom from the unattended station.
As we walked along Church St, I asked him about what he’d been up to, and told him how I’d been off in Melbourne having some adventures. He hit sign posts and brick fences with the broom. I wanted to ask him about the rumours I’d heard of him being in gaol.
Then he said “You know, you’re alright… a lot of people have been asking me about shit they’ve been hearing about me being in prison and shit… fuck those cunts.”
I was glad I hadn’t asked him.
He spoke with certainty and energy.
I said “You know, you have a lot of strength and energy. If you focused it on one thing you’d be able to accomplish a lot… You’d be a force to be reckoned with.”
He said, running his broom along a fence “Yeah I guess so… but at least I have a broom!”
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then he probably used that broom to kill someone
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