It sure is funny

The parking lot was filled with all types of automobiles…vans…pickup trucks…a Mustang…two flat-tops with bobcats sittin’ up on ’em…a Wrangler Jeep…

He gave ’em all a good look…he particularly liked the black Dodge pickup…wished he could just get inside and drive down the road like he used to…back when things were goin’ his way…’fore he drank it all away…seems to run in the family…

His daddy was a drinker…a hard core man who came home with a case of Falstaff every night…drink ’em down then started for the whiskey…wind up passed out in the LazyBoy…snorin’ till mornin’ came…then he’d get up…go to work…do it all over again…

Those were the days…when he had that truck…drove ’round with a bottle up under his seat…tossin’ beer cans out the window on Friday nights…pickin’ up his girl and takin’ her out for awhile…till she got too drunk to say no…she liked tequila…never mind the lime…

And he walked the parkin’ lot all day long now…askin’ people for change…a buck or two…smellin’ like Rumplemintz…lookin’ like shit…time passes and you have no idea of what you’ve done…life’s funny that way…

It sure is funny…

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