More, in tribute, for Charles Bukowski on his 95th birthday!
well, the car died
just as we pulled into the spot.
we went out
and someone took our photo.
we a took cab back to her place
and when we were lying down, sleeping
she asked
“what do you want from me?”
I took a cab home from her place
and the next day at 3 in the afternoon
a friend of mine and me
we got the car started.
I’d been on the phone with AAA for three hours
and I spent one hundred dollars renewing my membership
but it was a dead battery and AAA was not needed
after all.
after the jump I spent another hundred dollars
on the new battery.
I drove straight to the shop,
bought a 6 pack, and had a beer drank
by the time I got home.
peace doesn’t come easy sometimes
and sometimes peace never comes
even when met with no real adversity.
I called the night supervisor
told him I was having car trouble and I
would need the night off.
Going for the Throat 