33rd & B Street
Dancing, dancing with two boys on the hardwood floor of my living room. My living room. It had only seen my feet, Olly's paws & piss & the bottom of some man's bike shoes... kitchen shoes. Who was that guy? Anyway....now we're jumping around to the beatles & waltzing. We're singing at the top of our lungs. We turn into one big drunken jumble... then someone changes the cd. Now the boys are moshing with Olly & I'm getting drunker. We're being merry.
This living room had never seen merry. This living room saw me, smoking and drinking, coffee & then beer. Saw me doing crossword puzzles instead of pouring over horse racing papers like my grandmother. Waiting. Wait, what am I doing? Isn't he coming by? If he saw this he'd never come by again. We'll, wait, I'm drunk. In my innermost regions I'm also fed up. I don't give a fuck. Yes I do.... there's a nagging inside my belly.... I care.... I don't want to "merry" away something I've waited five years for.
Waited five years to finally be merry. To finally not worry. To banish the cardinal sin from my soul. Adultery. I was in love. Adultery. I was going to have him. Adultery. I was having fun. Adultery. I was lying. Adultery. I was living without living. Adultery. I worshipped him. Adultery. I would do ANYTHING for him. Adultery. But he wouldn't let me. Adultery.
We need more beer..... we pile in the Ford.... crank up the Prince.... boogie down the road to Safeway. Park out front. It's past two AM.....One of the boys goes inside. I hit the side of a cab, get yelled at, threatened. Boy comes out with a twelve pack under his arm, hops in the truck & we speed away.
Back to the hardwood floor of my living room. Worried about getting caught... never get caught.
Smoke. Smoke. Smoke. Smoke. Smoke. Pass out.
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What happened? Do you wanna know what happened? Before I found myself dancing happily in my living room with my future husband, my dog, and a one Benito Jesus Garcia?
This living room had never seen merry. This living room saw me, smoking and drinking, coffee & then beer. Saw me doing crossword puzzles instead of pouring over horse racing papers like my grandmother. Waiting. Wait, what am I doing? Isn't he coming by? If he saw this he'd never come by again. We'll, wait, I'm drunk. In my innermost regions I'm also fed up. I don't give a fuck. Yes I do.... there's a nagging inside my belly.... I care.... I don't want to "merry" away something I've waited five years for.
Waited five years to finally be merry. To finally not worry. To banish the cardinal sin from my soul. Adultery. I was in love. Adultery. I was going to have him. Adultery. I was having fun. Adultery. I was lying. Adultery. I was living without living. Adultery. I worshipped him. Adultery. I would do ANYTHING for him. Adultery. But he wouldn't let me. Adultery.
We need more beer..... we pile in the Ford.... crank up the Prince.... boogie down the road to Safeway. Park out front. It's past two AM.....One of the boys goes inside. I hit the side of a cab, get yelled at, threatened. Boy comes out with a twelve pack under his arm, hops in the truck & we speed away.
Back to the hardwood floor of my living room. Worried about getting caught... never get caught.
Smoke. Smoke. Smoke. Smoke. Smoke. Pass out.
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What happened? Do you wanna know what happened? Before I found myself dancing happily in my living room with my future husband, my dog, and a one Benito Jesus Garcia?
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