an anecdote to dine out on

An Anecdote to Dine Out On

Who said I was the mirror of our times?

Until today I honestly couldn’t find the time to write.

I figured she was going to march out of my life right then,

then to bust all kinds of balls, the bossman gets some

between the courses to cleanse the palate

through his teeth in a way that often makes a

heart pin at that auction and could she borrow it.

She lets herself be swayed by others and always backs

saying the same thing over and over but in different

peckers are the types I can imagine give their wife

allegedly too much fun.

I couldn’t believe it. But I guess it says a lot about

paintings that he doesn’t have to do anything more

without meaning to. The funny thing is that she hardly

lived in the fricking basement. People just don't live

for the benefit of the poor and hungry blacks we hear

auditioning for the school play.

There's too much static from the storm.