"Is that what you want?" My brother-in-law asks me as we're looking at the psychobilly guitar player passed out on their couch another genius who'd been trying to get in my pants all day yesterday at Buddy Blue's funeral then afterwards at the dive bar wake, feeling me up real quick even putting his leather jacket down on my bar stool a little gentlemanly gesture, and stealing a kiss like some sort of Ricky Nelson Hello Mary Lou move, then proceeding to get drunk in honor and utter outrage that our friend Buddy died at 48 of a heart attack, another musician gone too young, drunk again so fucking drunk he had another blackout and didn't even remember asking me for a Saturday night date at South Bay drive-in theatre, last thing he said before he passed out was "we'll go in your car". LS 32 Comments | Poetry
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