slide…

went lookin’ all throughout the night…drivin’ ’round town in search of him…don’t know where he went to…just disappeared…like magic he was gone…one minute you see him in the flesh then poof…

what’dya think happened…

little things…little things addin’ up to big things…he was never stable…crazier than ten whores on crack…could never get it together…would just sit there talkin’ to himself at the bar…people’d look at him…didn’t even know they was there…just got more and more lost in himself…pretty soon he tuned out everybody…

what’dya mean…

stopped talkin’ all together…didn’t even ask for beers anymore…he’d just point at the tap…pull his money out…lay it on the bar…when it was gone he’d leave…walk out the door without a word said…silence…

nothin’…

nothin’…now nobody knows where he’s at…gone…maybe for good this time…he’s takin’ off ‘fore…but now it just seems like he ain’t gonna ever return…crazy son of a bitch…can’t help but like him…never tipped…didn’t matter…some guys…ya let ’em slide…

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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