hungry

you had a great uncle who was an alcoholic, the old man spoke as I drove down backroads among old trucks…slow Plymouths…semi-trailers in search of freedom…

yea…he was a drunk…his wife too, pop paused…kept on looking at Dodges…Jeeps…Fords, She died of a shot liver…damn near pickled that thing…probably did…

he wound up dead one night after he’d picked her up from the hospital…she was up on the tenth floor tryin’ to dry out…they never dry out…, I just kept on driving..and driving…listening…

yea he got run over by a truck while he was changin’ a tire on the side of the road…that really put her in the nut-house…she never came out of it…I think she died there…

oh well…how far are we…I’m gettin’ hungry..

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s