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22 December 2023
“Hey, Jimmy. Can I get a glass of water when you get a chance?”
I think some food will do me good.
“There ain’t no ice. There ain’t no ice.”
Yes, sir. I’ll just get a little food in me, and I’ll be my old self again,.. Why didn’t I feel like flirting with that young woman? I’ve been desperate for the comforting therapy of flesh all week, but,...
“I’ve got to take my car in tomorrow night, Jeff. I’ve got to leave it there all night.”
She was pretty in a sort of something off, something tragically sad and honestly beautiful kind of way. And hell, she was all over me. But, Christ, how the hell does anyone flirt that much with someone before even knowing their name? I guess some people dive right in all the time, while others like testing the waters first. Or maybe some people just can’t handle their poison. Either way, the brave may get burned more, but I’d bet a gyro they have more fun.
“Samuel! Hey, everyone,.. it’s Samuel!”
As much as I’d like to jump in bed with the next girl who wraps herself around me, I guess there is still something to say for love,.. or even a deceptively devilish facsimile. Something for shared experiences and a bond which grows over time. I guess no matter how bumpy the ride has been, I’m still not the kind of fellow who takes these things lightly.
“Man, I’ll be back here next week. Next Friday we’re having some people over, and, man,.. next Friday.”
That guy in the corner is shaking something bad. Looks like his wife passed away and he’s just waiting to join her. Sipping his coffee and staring into oblivion, like the clock stopped ticking years ago. Although unable to deny the pathetic situation he is drowning himself in, I can not help but see the romance of his misery. Maybe he and his wife beat the odds and had something beautiful, sacred, and holy,...
“Hey, I was just next door and got some Sprite. Would you like some?”
Or maybe he’s dying because he has to cook his own damn eggs every morning. I wonder if even he knows exactly how he feels.
“You know, these seats are here for our customers, and,.. wait a second! We kicked you out before, and you know the rules. Twice, and that’s it, buddy.”
Just waiting,.. waiting for the next cup of coffee, or the last breath, or the next dame to walk in that door and take his heart home in a brown paper sack. Well, I guess that’s just me projecting about the dame part. I doubt anyone could make him forget his wife. And I doubt any dame could bag up much more than my amorous eye at this time of night.
“There ain’t no ice. There ain’t no ice.”
Hmmm, yeah,.. next week. Next week I’ll meet a nice girl, and I’ll dive right in and say,...
“Excuse me, madame. You look like a really neat young woman. I think I’d like to get acquainted with you.”
I think some food will do me good.
“There ain’t no ice. There ain’t no ice.”
Yes, sir. I’ll just get a little food in me, and I’ll be my old self again,.. Why didn’t I feel like flirting with that young woman? I’ve been desperate for the comforting therapy of flesh all week, but,...
“I’ve got to take my car in tomorrow night, Jeff. I’ve got to leave it there all night.”
She was pretty in a sort of something off, something tragically sad and honestly beautiful kind of way. And hell, she was all over me. But, Christ, how the hell does anyone flirt that much with someone before even knowing their name? I guess some people dive right in all the time, while others like testing the waters first. Or maybe some people just can’t handle their poison. Either way, the brave may get burned more, but I’d bet a gyro they have more fun.
“Samuel! Hey, everyone,.. it’s Samuel!”
As much as I’d like to jump in bed with the next girl who wraps herself around me, I guess there is still something to say for love,.. or even a deceptively devilish facsimile. Something for shared experiences and a bond which grows over time. I guess no matter how bumpy the ride has been, I’m still not the kind of fellow who takes these things lightly.
“Man, I’ll be back here next week. Next Friday we’re having some people over, and, man,.. next Friday.”
That guy in the corner is shaking something bad. Looks like his wife passed away and he’s just waiting to join her. Sipping his coffee and staring into oblivion, like the clock stopped ticking years ago. Although unable to deny the pathetic situation he is drowning himself in, I can not help but see the romance of his misery. Maybe he and his wife beat the odds and had something beautiful, sacred, and holy,...
“Hey, I was just next door and got some Sprite. Would you like some?”
Or maybe he’s dying because he has to cook his own damn eggs every morning. I wonder if even he knows exactly how he feels.
“You know, these seats are here for our customers, and,.. wait a second! We kicked you out before, and you know the rules. Twice, and that’s it, buddy.”
Just waiting,.. waiting for the next cup of coffee, or the last breath, or the next dame to walk in that door and take his heart home in a brown paper sack. Well, I guess that’s just me projecting about the dame part. I doubt anyone could make him forget his wife. And I doubt any dame could bag up much more than my amorous eye at this time of night.
“There ain’t no ice. There ain’t no ice.”
Hmmm, yeah,.. next week. Next week I’ll meet a nice girl, and I’ll dive right in and say,...
“Excuse me, madame. You look like a really neat young woman. I think I’d like to get acquainted with you.”
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issue
vol 5 - issue 08 (apr 2003)
section
pen_think