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Catching Squeals

Published June 8, 2018 in Ricky Y - 0 Comments

Catching Squeals

Cheap suit,

pinstripes, dark blue.

the tie looks like it was dry heaved.

Cologne or perfume, hard to tell which.

Smells like turpentine.

“Now listen to me, germ.”

“You’re a big boy now.

You thought you were going to get something,

and what you got was hustled.”

“So be a man and  pick up your phone

and call Hidden Hills and ask your wife

or your friend to come get you.”

“And don’t tell them any cute little stories

about losing your wallet.”

“Understand, germ?”

“I wasn’t born yesterday, either.”

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