Real Time

Man, I’ve been missin’ my IPhone. I had to turn it off when I was unable to pay my Sprint bill.

Then, I lost it.

My phone.

I lost my phone.

Then, I gave a Virgin clerk $40

And she gave an old school flip and

said, “Text all you want. No limit on calls neither.”

Then I lost it.

My mind.

I lost my mind.

Then my friend walked up and handed me her IPhone 5.

She said, “Here. I have to sign onto my daughter’s plan and AT@T won’t let me use this phone because I didn’t buy it from them. So, take it.”

And, so, I took it.

Yes, I took it and I walked into the Boost store.

I waved at the young lady standin’ behind the counter.

She said, “Good to see you again. How may I help you?”

I held up my Steve Jobs’ contraption and I said, “Sign me up.

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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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2 Responses to Real Time

  1. The Mom says:

    Life is full of angels. I’m glad you have yours!!

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