How many people have I hurt?
How many lives have I dragged down into the muck and mire with mine?
How many loving wives and good women have I cast away?
Got a Super-Duper Calculator?
You’ll need it.
Life Imitating My ‘Art.’
Hits a little too close to My Home:
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Some say beauty is just skin deep Most of the time, this is true But not with Sandra She is beauty Through and through
My fervent wish is that I had not cast away all the good people who offered a shoulder for me to lean on…
Just Deploy A Little Imagination.
How did I get so drunk so fast?
I only had sixteen glasses of wine in twelve minutes!
Scuze for a moment.
Bill Gates is on CNN.
I have to remove a shoe, so that I might puke into it.
I tried and tried and I tried!
o get through this CNN interview with
Could not take any more!
Picked up my TV and threw it out the window.
(It, the window, was not open)
It is open now…
I hear sirens in the distance.
Growing louder, and louder!
“And you can’t find your waitress with a Geiger Counter.”
Too many times…
The computer has been Drinking.
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I only Drop This In Because I like It!
This Would Not Be A Proper TT&H Post W/O Some Joni!
(And I Love Joni!)
Y’all Know That!
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Some bitch neighbor (not Timothy—who has not hit me up for a free beer in over a week—“Thank you, Tim”, by the way: I am NOT drinking for two), came pounding on my door.
“Why do you flush the toilet so much?”
Apparently she can hear that toilet flush through the wall and it disturbs her fucking concentration.
“I flush so much because I piss so much. Now fuck off and get outta my face before I am tempted to fucking choke you to death. But for your benefit, from now on I will piss in the fucking sink. Because I RESPECT MY FUCKING NEIGHBORS ”
She ran away.
Pretty sure there will be repercussions for my rude behavior and I will be forced to pay for my sins.
Guess how many fucks I give.
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Well, I just awoke from my coma.
Thought I was good to go.
But had to go:
Take a Piss.
And then while trying to ‘navigate’ to my computer chair, fell flat on my ass, busting my head on something unforgiving while on my downward journey.
And it fucking HURT.
“Watch out for that gravity storm! It don’t give no warning sign.”
One night she got pissed off (she had a hair-trigger—I loved her for that)
“Why don’t you just get a fucking job?!”
(Screamed at some pan-handler at Hotel Indigo late one night.)
I just walked away, but said to her, “Baby, calm down.”
She replied, “These idiots just piss me off.”
Had to concur.
LaSheeka and I worked Night Shift at Hotel Indigo for probably at least a year.
We became instant ‘Fast Friends.”
We ‘understood’ one another and neither one of us ever put up with bullshit.
Because neither one of us gave a fuck.
We just did our respective jobs.
And LaSheeka was never hesitant to tell a drunken refugee “Guest” from Beale Street that he/she was full of shit and needed to just go the fuck to bed. And STFU!
We spent many long nights swapping tales.
I told my stories.
She told hers.
I MISS HER.