Cutout Cowboy

I left work Friday and drove over to Heifers N' Bulls for a drink. I parked my old Toyota out back, that way the cops don't take note of me leaving and when. It had been a tough day sacking groceries, and I just couldn't deal with the missus and the kids. I got my hat off the back seat and went into the bar, Junior Brown was on the jukebox and Larry behind the bar had a beer and a shot waiting for me. I was in hock up to my ears at the money store and the car needed a new transmission, but that could wait. It was payday and I needed a little R & R. I was wearing tennis shoes 'cause my feet hurt and I can't dance nohow. I talked with the guys I know and a few women I didn't, they were all snooty bitches and just walked away. Back in high school they would have loved to make it with the second string winning quarterback but now I guess they can smell broke a mile away. About midnight I called home but whoever answered hung up on me...