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Jun 1
There's nooo business
like shooow business
There's no business I knooow...

...That pays me more than I'm worth and puts up with the mess im supposed to be; that knows a hangover both ways they come and don't give you **** about how it be.

The kinda job that don't get twisted about a loose end left untidy, when the evening whistle blows; the kind where everyone works together, drinks together, and does blow.

We're getting our kicks tonight, you and me. This can wait a night. I'll wrap it up tomorrow. Don't even sweat, it's so close, close enough to cover for a night. Bet they don't even notice, much less make a note.

...just one beer...
...the sun rises...
...a phone rings...

Man I just can't
I don't have it in me any more
At least not today
I'm ******* beat
...

Last night got wild
A little too wild
I gotta gets some sleep
And rest these knees.

Nah, I'll get back after it again tomorrow, we ran too long last night; I can barely see.
...
Yeah. Yeah, no worries, I'll be there in a little bit. Just
Gimme a minute...
let me get back on my feet.
I'm getting dressed. Heading out shortly. Like 20-30. Alright? Sweet!

Get bottle or or some cans?
Whiskey good with you?
Yeah, no, I can manage
I'm already rolling
I'll be there soon.
Yeahyeahyeah,
No I'm good.
We'll get
It done.
Later.
Bye.
...
.

Duuuuude... **** me. Past me is rude.
    
~<({[•]})>~
T R Wingfield
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T R Wingfield  41/M/Deep in the Heart'o'Dixie
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