NO PRESSURE

I entered McDonald’s at 9pm for a grilled chicken wrap, small black coffee and their free internet. I was going to write the whole time but, that’s right, all I did was browse FaceBook and these stupid dating sites I’ve signed on to in order to avoid the fact that something is wrong w/ this old, sober man. Well, I guess if I was to use old-school A.A. terminology correctly, I’d have to describe myself to be an old, not drinkin’ but dry as California scrub after 10 years of drought, man. Tomorrow, at the meetin’, some cat w/ 30 days is goin’ to smart ass ask me, “What Step are you on?” And I’m goin’ to have to take him serious. I’m goin’ to have to take me serious and not wait till 7 minutes before McDonalds’ closes to start closing. 

Later.

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About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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