“As long as we’re not on the opposite sides of the bar” said you two weeks ago.
“I moved to the other side of the bar away from you.” said you two nights ago.
“You need to back up. Nobody gets on this boat unless I say so.”
10 hours later I show up at the bar. I drink my drink, I think my thought, I smoke my smoke and choke ‘cos you show up. The third blind mouse-keteer joins us. And then there were two again. You kept showing me photos of your past. I kept yawning and left because I knew I wouldn’t last.
Happy Birthday Slim