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Volume IX – In lieu of a family
Waiting for The Judge
in the hotel parking lot.
Hazy morning in Arcadia
the mountains won’t be
visible ‘til two.
It’s one of the rare times
he’s late and I wonder:
Why the hell do I bother
picking this guy up?
Why do I hang out with him
at all? Always asking me
for rides.
He’s latched on to me cuz
I have a car.
Oh,
and I can drink with him
and still drive.
I don’t even enjoy
drinking that much
anymore.
I check the time.
It’s more than drinking.
He’s passing down his stories
to me, the aborted
adopted son,
in lieu of a family.
I don’t mind.
A lot of people have
this weird affliction with me.
They tell me every damn thing,
about their whole boring life,
only,
they don’t let me reciprocate.
I’ve tried, but
no one wants to hear
about depressions, or
the other horrible things
your mind goes through
on the way to being
happy-go-lucky.
They simply want me
to make them laugh
when everything else
sucks.
Ah, here’s The Judge.
He’ll appreciate my
shitty, dark mood
this morning.
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