Everybody Clap Your Hands

Joey’s in a good mood this morning. He says, “Mom kept me up half the night with her music again. But, this time, instead of ‘Turn Down For What” it was ‘Drop It Like It’s Hot.’ More relaxing.”

I think, “it’s gonna be a good day for Little Man.”

We pull into the fast food breakfast joint. Joey doesn’t want to go in. He says, “I’m so fat. I don’t want go in.” Then, he laughs and says, “Lol. J.K.”

If we weren’t fat walkin’ in, we were walkin’ out. But those sausage egg biscuits sure we’re good.


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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