the making of st. gianni
story by jerry vilhotti
Gianni went to his first day of school in Burywater, having all ready done six months of kindergarten in The East Bronx off Arthur Avenue at the school Julie Garfinkle, to become John Garfield, would attend after his relatives would send him away from the tough gangs of lower New York where he learned to fight well using his slightly awkward moves in a fight movie where he would use his soul to make his body win over sell outs of the world, being left off at the bottom of the steep hill as his father said he did not want to kill his clutch or have a dented car which he would point out to Johnny indicated a very very bad driver would drive into him and as Johnny climbed upward, he was approached by a big blond blue-eyed boy who told him he wanted his new book bag but since Gianni was holding it firmly in his grip only frustrated the fifth grader named Bulldog McKenna who said it wasn't fair that a wop-dago bastard should have such a nice thing.
Gianni would hear the word "fair" and many bad names against his nationality often in Burywater and finally realize that when that word fair was used the opposite would more often happen. The teachers would change his name to Johnny from Gianni not realizing that in his grandparent's language no j was in their alphabet.
"So why can't I have your shitty bag - wetback?"
If the kid had asked for it in a nice way, Gianni would have gladly given it to him; thinking when his mother had given it to him that morning which in a way was a little miracle since pennies for his mother were like dollar bills that seldom saw the light of day that it was sissified to be carrying one; instead, he said: "Because it's fucking mine!"
Running away with a shocked look, Bulldog plunged up the hill toward the wooden structure that housed eight grades that were supposed to be fertile fields for saints to grow, called Saint Anthony.