not many…

I’m reminiscing…,the old man said,…thinkin’ ‘ bout times I was down at the bottom of oceans….on verge of outer space…,kept looking out the passenger window…,not many men can say that…

no…no they can’t pop…

that trip out in space…weightlessness of it…I liked that…we took that dude way out there…,grinned…turned back to look-out at rundown stores…fast-food joints…taquerias…

so you went out in space…

we were just on the cusp of it…and on those ships at sea I had officer status…men jumped when I’d say jump…,played with the heat on the dashboard…,Mexicans take over this neighborhood…

so you were an officer…

I had official clearances…,the old man kept grinning…got quiet…,what does that getcha…what…

don’t know pop…tell me…

not much…not much…

yep…

did I tell ya’ ‘ bout the time I was in the rodeo…bustin’ broncos…ridin’ bulls…

no pop…

took a ride on a crazy bull…damn near killed me…not many men can say they rode bulls an’ busted-in broncos for a livin’…

no dad…not many men can…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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