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7 men walk into Deep Pool an outlaw motorcycle club the man in the red leather jacket stood with his back against the wall and every once in a while for reasons unknown he'd yell, "just nobody touch, Toad." i push past Toad on my way to the men's room and as i'm ******* i think about Ron he trapped rats in corners then let them go slapped angels in the face and ihe craziest things he'd say like "the smartest rats always get out of the maze first," he'd give you a knowing nod throw down a shot and walk away but like a miracle he had you wondering ron dreamed of the angels who stand under vapor street lights at 4 a.m. or sit on barstools til closing but love is never what it ought to be and he lived his life like a circus high wire walker wandering back and forth day after day and one day he disappeared like the rabbit in magicians hat now, Ron was a warrior he drew to the inside straight to sunlight fading and outside the 7-11 where his x-wife worked with a pair of her nylon stockings he hung himself
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Nov 17, 2022
Nov 17, 2022 at 7:07 PM UTC
Bad Day at the Deep Pool Bar
7 men walk into Deep Pool an outlaw motorcycle club the man in the red leather jacket stood with his back against the wall and every once in a while for reasons unknown he'd yell, "just nobody touch, Toad." i push past Toad on my way to the men's room and as i'm ******* i think about Ron he trapped rats in corners then let them go slapped angels in the face and ihe craziest things he'd say like "the smartest rats always get out of the maze first," he'd give you a knowing nod throw down a shot and walk away but like a miracle he had you wondering ron dreamed of the angels who stand under vapor street lights at 4 a.m. or sit on barstools til closing but love is never what it ought to be and he lived his life like a circus high wire walker wandering back and forth day after day and one day he disappeared like the rabbit in magicians hat now, Ron was a warrior he drew to the inside straight to sunlight fading and outside the 7-11 where his x-wife worked with a pair of her nylon stockings he hung himself
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Nov 17, 2022
Nov 17, 2022 at 7:07 PM UTC
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