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After only being here for a short time,
I’m not exactly sure if I’ve been here before.
Some things are familiar.
Like the cricket’s song.
But, it sounds like they’re signing in another language.
And everyone’s pointing pistols,
like they need them to speak.
Then I woke up and
realized I was in a movie.
It was cold in the freight yard.
Wished for nothing but long johns,
Now, they would have saved him.
His pants felt like they were made of paper.
Had two shots of rye left.
Needed one to warm up, but that didn’t last more than five minutes.
The chill got inside his bones.
“Hey, Ricky! How ya doin’?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, how are you?”
“Why do you ask? You think something’s wrong with me?”
“Jesus! No. I’m just asking.”
“You know something I don’t know?”
“I don’t know nothing. Just saying hello.”
“What do you know?”
“I know you’re freakin’ paranoid.”
“What do you mean?”
The evolution of cat names for Ruth
went something like this.
At first, they were named after the great philosophers:
Then, the great composers: Mozart.
Then, names from India: Shanti, and Om.
As she descended further into cat ladydom,
They became Love Love and Yum Yum.
Next, they’ll just be Grunt and Sigh.
As a burglar,
the last thing you want to see
is an elderly naked person.
Especially, if she’s your grandmother.
That’s the end of it.
Cartwright needed some money.
He was already tweaking
when he ran into her in the kitchen.
Naked as the day she was born,
and armed with a snub nosed ’38.
A pile of half rotten cucumbers shaped in ways suggestive.
They were tasked with the clean up.
One look at each other, another look at the mound.
It was on – hurling, howling and ducking for cover.
Took one upside the head, then he caught Patrick squarely as he ran.
Hadn’t laughed that much in years.
Trish was tired most days,
but particularly today.
Maybe it was the heat or
the fact she hadn’t really slept in a month.
Leonard had just disappeared and
left her with the bills to pay.
Working in the fields was hard work.
She didn’t blame him for going,
just blamed him for going like that.
Mickey felt like music saved his life.
Got him through a lot of scraps,
and kept him from a life of crime.
Helped him process the pain.
Was an invitation to places he wouldn’t have gone otherwise.
It gave him something.
That old guitar brings back memories alive
and makes the present feel good again.
The old man was a retired public defender.
And a bit forgetful and disorganized.
Once Mickey figured out where the kids were,
he had to establish paternity for his daughter.
Somehow he had been left off the birth certificate.
So excited he had just trusted Maria to do the right thing.
One of many mistakes.
“Parking validation is for three hours.
Personal validation is also available upon request.”
It was a joke, obviously, the receptionist had made before.
Max took the parking ticket.
He was thinking of a similar joke, but not for him.
There was a more attractive
he was hoping for.
Fortunately, her shift had ended.