Sometimes I
miss the
old days
when I
hustled
college kids
in bars
to a
race on
the track
for
beer money.
One night
I expanded
my territory
& challenged
a hay
bucker &
when I
beat him
instead of
forking over
the ten
bucks he
chased me
around the
field
with a
hay hook.
The last
night I
drank is
the last
night I
did this
sort of
thing,
mid-November
with snow
on the ground.
I threw
my shoes
over the
cyclone fence
along with
my drinking
habit &
beat the
kid barefoot.
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If there’s
anything worse
than a
self-serving
Existentialist
it’s a
quantum physicist
with a
Swiss
bank account.
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The Old
Man &
the Sea –
an ironic
book title
for a
writer who
had no
use for
adjectives.
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Long term
love is
not impossible
but long
term what
we think
is love
is.
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Once it
became clear
that he
would never
find a
soul mate
he stopped
playing the
piano traded
his contact
lenses for
bifocals &
got a
job in a
meat packing
plant.
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