thinkin’……of headin’ down to Texas, the old man said; somewhat to himself; people had stopped listening….

but….what do I get in return, ran fingers through greasy gray, what is my return on investment….

couple a gals down there I knew in high school, took a sip of Pepsi, they never call….why should I waste my time?…why?

He stood-up and adjusted his sagging pants; dress blues….sat back down, awe, he stammered, Fuck it….just the hell with it….
no return on investment….