guys like that…

What was it ’bout him that you couldn’t see…somethin’ hidden…kept quiet…it’s like there was some deep dark secret ’bout him that nobody could figure out…he was invisible…

He kept things up his sleeve…tricks…ways of makin’ you feel like you weren’t gettin’ the whole story…knew he came up from Evansville…some place down south…he confessed to that much…

And he never let on ’bout his marital status…never wore a ring…hell…there’s a lot of men that don’t wear rings that’re married…peculiar type men who also don’t say much…these secrets they keep…

Used to ride ’round town in a white pick-up truck…was always haulin’ stuff…old copper pipes…aluminium cans…plastic bottles…pvc…anything he could get his hands on…he’d just pile it up and take it away…sometimes you’d see him in alleys ’round midnight…smokin’ a cigarette and lookin’ both ways…he was real mysterious…

Haven’t seen him ’round town in a while…he might’ve taken off to some where else…wouldn’t surprise me…guys like that don’t stay in the same place too long…

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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