I Could Probably Walk On Self Defense

He was lyin’ through his yellow teeth and I wanted to hit him. I wanted to hit him but I didn’t coz he’s soft, has a heart condition and several other frailties. I didn’t hit him coz his stiffin’ me out of work wasn’t worth a manslaughter charge.

Besides, I don’t have ‘it’ anymore. The ability to justify my hurtin’ anyone physically. Unless it’s a matter of kill or be killed, I don’t have ‘it’…

So, I said, “I’m starvin’ here. This is how I make my livin’. It’s not a fun way to supplement my military retirement.”

“You weren’t in the military. Besides, JB said you played at The Landing 4th of July.”

“A benefit,” I said as I stood. “I donated my time and my tunes.” I walked away.

The next day I was finishin’ up my afternoon solo gig at The Sushi Bar when Doug walked up to the stage. He was with the band scheduled to play after me. He said, “Hello, Joe Fingas.”

I said, “I have a question.”

Turns out I’m not the only one to whom Randy yellow teeth lied.


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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