Did I Mention They Were Also Scummy

I was sitting at a picnic table talkin’ to the drummer. We were on break so one of the beach club’s patrons came up and butted into our conversation.
He asked, “When y’all back at ‘KC’s?'”

I said, “Don’t know. I’ll ask Randy.”

The drummer added,”I played there with Randy last week.”

That’s when I did a little conversation buttin’ of my own, “Last week? You played with Randy last week? July 5th?”

“Yeah, Doug, Chris and I played with Randy. He was happy as hell he didn’t have to bring his p.a.”

Just then, Randy walked up. He was in good mood. His smile was wide open ugly. His double turkey chin wagged when he laughed.

I smiled and asked, “So, who booked the gig last week? You or Doug.”

He stopped laughin’ and his chins stopped waggin’. His stared at me behind wire rim glasses and said, “It was a mutual booking.”

He was lyin’ through his yellow teeth.

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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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