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Of the Mexican Blackjack

The best mistake I ever made

Was opening that tattered black book

 

There I sat in a pub

On a mission to forget the world

 

6 or 7 drinks in

and a bartender all to happy

To pour what ever the roulette produced

 

thumb, thumb, flip

flip flip

 

Stop

 

Category is shots

 

To the new friend next to me

"why yes, I am to get **** faced"

"oh, you came here for just an occasion"

"well dear sir if you are brave enough next ones on me"

 

"Hot **** he exclaimed

 

As I close my eyes and say a silent prayer

 

I slowly count 4 pages

and place my finger on the page

 

I call Gwendolyn over and request

With eyes closed the item of my demise

***

She cried

 

"I love ya but I won't do that to you"

 

I slurily open my eyes and focus

 

MEXICAN BLACK JACK

 

1 part tequila

2 parts whiskey

151 floater

 

"Double Shot"

I think out loud

 

whats a lil' ta'kill-ya?

 

vhiskey? bah.

 

151 it's just a floater ppppssssshhhhhhh

 

After a few minutes of convincing

With many a hoot and holler

From my new friends

 

She takes my keys and reluctantly agrees

Even kindly offers me a chaser and some limes

 

I will not forsake the liquor gods

 

Ever get a whiff of turpentine and diesel?

Well that could be gardenias compared to this.

 

I sit in silence sniffing it

eyes closed lapping at it with my nostrils

 

I look over at my new buddy

"well chuckles it's now or never ready for this lil' endeavor?"

 

"Well **** he muttered "I'm a man of my word"

 

"to life" I exclaimed

 

head back as that little bit of ******

started it's course

over my tongue into the throat

(why are my sinus' burning?)

don't breath boy

(you know better)

don't

you

 

eyes pop

and just on cue

flame ever rendering flames

 

I'm not blind

I'm not blind

I'm not blind

 

ok I was just squinting

really hard

 

I look over and my new friend

is now drinking my free chaser.

 

my game my pain...

 

Hey Sven leh's go again...

 

It's a good thing she loves me

I complain to no one

 

if she hated me I don't think I'd drink here.

 

2

hours and

4

shots later

 

I needed a nap good thing the loo was warm

 

I salute you Sir BlackJack and when I call your name

It's never in vain

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Mar 14, 2010
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