Hank and I were sitting at
the kitchen table
of his place.
Passing his wine back
and
forth.
He was pissing as usual.
A mighty scowl on,
somewhere in between
the wrinkles.
"Bitches are like fat,"
He finally said.
"They weigh you down,
and when you're old,
you're expected to have it."
"I don't know, man.
I'm skinny as hell but
have always had a girl
around..."
What about now, you
arrogant shit?"
He was lonely I could tell.
"Nah, man.
She left with some guy
from Frederick."
He just looked at me.
But maybe this time
I'll keep it off."
Got a good laugh out of him at least.
Old bastard...
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