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, I said the hell with it and had a few more shots. I don't remember leaving but I sure as shitcakes remember waking up in that damn car with a headache the size of the Astrodome. I was dog ass sick and my wallet was gone. Some joker had let the air out of my back tires so I had to walk the three miles home, I was worn out hot and tired when I got to the trailer. There was a note from the old ball and chain duct taped to the door that said she was taking the kids and going back to her husband, and a note from Mr. Williams that owns the trailer saying I was a bum and needed to be gone Monday or else. The door wasn't locked and some of the local teenagers had had themselves a party, I shoved the beer cans off the couch and took a nap. I dreamed of the time I got second place in the bull riding event and how good that made me feel. Towards evening I woke up and had a Schlitz while watching the sun set. I got more problems than you can shake a stick at and the beer was warm.
I sure wish a hard working guy like me could get a break.
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