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Posted by cockeyed on July 19, 2005, at 2:55:45
met some new friends, not of the straight and narrow
took us a ride to a joint called the arrow
Got me my check, and lord I love neon
and a cheesey juke box with Chuck berry and DionIt wasn't my call but I ordered a round
I was drinkin' guinness and Flieschman's
so I musta been beyond the beyond.And this guy comes up to me and says I'm sick to
sh*t of you
and he goes upside my head, not with his brew
but a rummy's pathetic fist
knocked my glasses askew.and I laffed at first cause I'd had a bit more than a few.
Then I saw red...it's not something new.
Then we were out in the parking lot
tried helping him up
but he kept falling down.
And I kept kicking him as long as he was down.
Hell, I was trying to help and there was a crowd
hanging 'round.Then there was this cop, blonde with a pony tail
asked me, I think, what was the matter.
I told her the truth and some other cops
scattered the gawkers and sightseers
only one thing was the matter
my new found buddies decided to scatter.
I got to walk home trying to fix my glasses
it didn't seem so far, just over the bridge,
and along the railroad tracks and underpasses.
I saw a bunch of deer
and wild turkeys greeting the morning
and I slept in my own bed
passed out...woke myself up snoring.
Fixed my glasses with a coupla drops of crazy
glue
Guess it's apropos, I'm crazy too.
But what I don't get, I was doin' the buying
why this fool had the nerve to hit me?
My cousin came by and said I'd busted the guys
ribs...you could've fooled me.
They say you do things in a blackout that you can never recall.
But nothing about a red out.
And i thought every time the guy fell
I was trying to help him.
What can I say, I didn't wind up in jail
And I'm not too sure what happened.
So, All's not just "oh, well" Cause the more I keep drinking
I'm coming closer to hell.[the cops called me and asked if I wanted to press charges. They were really professional.]
cockeyed.
Posted by greyskyeyes on July 20, 2005, at 12:48:48
In reply to not my round, posted by cockeyed on July 19, 2005, at 2:55:45
Very vivid. I especially like, about halfway through, where you change your tone and describe the walk home and the mundane detail of fixing your glasses. Nice contrast. I like the other little details you randomly pop in, like the blonde ponytail of the cop and that you were drinking Guinness (good stuff!) as opposed to just beer.
Glad to hear nothing bad came of this... but please be careful cockeyed, OK? Lay off the drinking as much as you can. Not trying to preach, just concerned for you, one Babbler to another.
Posted by cockeyed on July 22, 2005, at 0:08:55
In reply to Re: not my round » cockeyed, posted by greyskyeyes on July 20, 2005, at 12:48:48
hey, gse, pardon the elision, but I'm really not a bad boy. My old man was a firefighter and tought me to drink nothing that was not clear...I think he meant stick to beer or the hard stuff. Unfortunately I'm off on a run...thanks for the concern. you know what's great about getting stuck and having to walk...you feel alive. driving...well you feel in...command? I do. Was cruising home from the packy this aft and the cops had positioned one of those speed deals,,,how fast you're driving
vs. the speed limit. The damn thing must've been mis-calibrated. It read 57. So now that I know where it is, I coast. Maybe they should stick some of those things all over the place.
Once one is by, one can pick up the pace.
I like driving at a suitable speed...55 is okay except on I-95.
But every now and then I get a vision of what it might be like...crushed in the dashboard and the roof...well...it's been happening around here quite a lot lately. thanks for your reply.
As for my friends, well, they gave me an oppotunity to review my life. I keep forgetting that I'm and elder, s'posed to be a role model. But I'm beginning to think that I'm acting out the deals I should've dealt when I was 13 and a boy as good as a boy could be.
Now maybe I'll buy a used Harley and be all I can be. Now I'm gonna hit the vodka. Or maybe my guitar, we'll see. Thanks. cockeyed.
Oh, yeah, cops: public servents, my *ss, public saviors is more in accord with their class... thanks, cockeyed.
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