Sunday, May 19, 2013

The Highwaymen

Pudge instructed Half-Loco in crossing.
“Make it close, so you can give the finger
to trucker.”

“You keep doing that and you misjudge one
day and they blot you up later on!”

Pudge laughed. "Ain't ever gonna happen that way."

He was right. He died in his sleep during a hellacious rainstorm. 

Next morning Half-Loco borrowed a cellphone from
maintenance guy picking up tree limbs, to tell
Social Worker Fanny.

She, at the Station later, to Desk Sergeant “Pip” Ryan:

“I'm afraid one of my homeless passed.”

“Yeah? When he shooda run or punted?”

“Is everything a joke?”


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