them Russians…

the bus is always filled with desperate people…wanting to run from something…needing to run to something…escape is on their minds…

gotta get away from the old lady…,the Mexican sitting next to me said…,just too toxic…too toxic…,i nodded…,she starts drinkin’ then I start drinkin’…we don’t know when to stop…she takes a swing at me…I swing at her…it’s that Russian blood in her man…that Russian blood…

he said he was goin’ out to Iowa to stay with his mom for awhile…get some peace…called her from Ohio…asked if there was a bar close to the house…grinned…,back in business…,he said…,back in business…

she told me she just gotta little blue sometimes…depressed…,shook his head…,didn’t tell me ’bout the wild mood swings…how crazy she got when she had that vodka…things got crazy man…crazy…

just last week we celebrated seven years together…,he laughed…,took her to this casino above the falls…had a great time…for awhile…for awhile…then just outta the blue she sucker punches me…I’d had enough…had enough…

so…you’re runnin’ to Iowa…

yeah…runnin’ to Iowa…try my luck there…stay away from them Russians…there always up to no good…

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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