" Say young man
Could you hep me
Get somethin' to eat"
I think ' If only
I had a wheelchair
The money I'd hustle'
" I've a buck fourteen
I panhandled and
I need a beer,
Anything left and
it's yours"
" Never mind", he says,
" What kind of beer you want?
Wait in your car"
I shrug my shoulders
And walk barefooted back
And wait
Rolling out of the
Shell Station smiling
A few minutes later
He pulls an
Oil can of High Life
From the back of his chair
I hand him the change
" Now everybody gots
what they want"
I doubt though
That he bought
Something to eat
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About Me
- stickbooth
- I struggle with addiction and am just recently out of prison- I dislike most people and am bitter and self destructive. Yet somehow I have a good time. My first wife wanted to be an FBI agent when I met her in college, and the last one was a prostitute,the former gave me three great kids that I named Dakota, Skye and Willow, the latter a hell of a hard time. In the past I have been a busboy, a waiter, and a bartender. I have worked in nearly all construction trades including carpentry, brick laying, electrical, weilding, and plumbing. Once I had a job where I climbed tree's for a living. I fought Mixed Martial Arts when they still called it No Holds Barred, I have sold cars and was an editorial cartoonist. I am a failed actor, to lazy to try very hard, and lived with outlaw bikers in Northern California. I served as a medic in the army,and studied creative writing as well as radio tv. I cook a mean breakfast and like to sit and think sometimes all day. Did I say think or drink?
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