he was a derelict with a bottle shouting to the world: "i haven't been laid in 8 years and i don't care. ... what the hell is sex anyway? just a moment of pleasure and a lifetime of remembering and regret..."
then he took a drink from his bottle and went on.
he wasn't all that old. in fact not much older than me.
"is that how i'm going to wind up?" i asked myself. "did i see my future today?"
... it's something to think about now that alma is gone.
words: gus edwards ©2 010
image: jw miller © 2010
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