Friday, January 7, 2011

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Five more minutes, I thought. If only I can lay here five more minutes without being bothered I'll get up and make it toward my place, get inside. I was the last of the outlaws. Billy the Kid had nothing on me. Five more minutes. Just let me get to my cave. I'll mend. Next time I'm asked to one of their functions, I'll tell them where to put it. Five minutes. That's all I need.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

An old drunk would always make it, given enough time.