One is not enough, Taxi Cindy and Lisbon Leslie
Had drinks with Jaxon last night. Guys being guys. Bigger lies each week. Combined with sarcasm and self-deprecation. We used to boast of sexual prowess, now we boast of dysfunction. "Oh yeah, I couldn't get it up with a crane and six blue tabs". Unlike the 70's, blue tabs now being Viagra, not LSD. It's all simply material....Ginnie knows what I mean by material. As does Jax. Everything is invented so we can laugh....why else live. Hmm? Why else wake up? Certainly humor lasts longer than sex and is less confusing.
I confessed my nervousness about the big poker tournament to Jaxon. Two drinks later I'm a talking like a Puerto Rican hooker.."Jhew know, if I win da tournament, I gonna need an agent","Jhew you know any agents, Senor Jaxon?".....Jaxon (God love him for being a friend) said "I love you, but you ain't gonna fucking win".....He slapped me in the face so hard I should of paid his bar tab...."Thank you Sir, may I have another"
My game plan was to have drinks with Jaxon, make shit up, get mexican food, avoid arrest and head home. Sidetracked. Off to play cards.....more beers. Did well at cards.....and interestingly enough won a huge pot with a 2,4 off suit. Big blind special. Of course as the evening progressed I got cocky, talkative and well.....obnoxious. I volunteered to quit the game and management called that bluff instantly. Apparently the "F' word repeatedly, has some consequences.
Next thing I know I'm in a cab confessing my life away from the back seat.....somewhere there is a Sonoma County cab driver who knows my PIN number, the secret bank account in Aruba and all my ex-wives. I think I might have even slipped and told her about the night I never talk about....the night in Portugal. Lisbon Leslie. Too much Bud Light truth serum. Also, I think I confessed to six or eight phantom capital crimes. Just because. Cindy, the cab driver tells me she has a 13 yr old son. "I shlove kidsh" I mutter incomprehensively from the back seat. Hmm, another kid I promised to put through college. Damn kid better find a hot girl friend who likes older men..."oh yeah, dance for Daddy"
Seriously I do remember volunteering to tutor her (that would be taxi Cindy) son in math. Seems like something I should do. Really something I should do....to take my knowledge and mathematical gifts and give them to a child. Giving can sometimes be selfish. As I'm sure that it would mean more to me than him, if in fact I could make a difference. A-B equalling a life enhanced. Two lives. Because one (life enhanced) is not enough.
Something I should do.
What do you think, Leslie? Time to share the secrets?
I confessed my nervousness about the big poker tournament to Jaxon. Two drinks later I'm a talking like a Puerto Rican hooker.."Jhew know, if I win da tournament, I gonna need an agent","Jhew you know any agents, Senor Jaxon?".....Jaxon (God love him for being a friend) said "I love you, but you ain't gonna fucking win".....He slapped me in the face so hard I should of paid his bar tab...."Thank you Sir, may I have another"
My game plan was to have drinks with Jaxon, make shit up, get mexican food, avoid arrest and head home. Sidetracked. Off to play cards.....more beers. Did well at cards.....and interestingly enough won a huge pot with a 2,4 off suit. Big blind special. Of course as the evening progressed I got cocky, talkative and well.....obnoxious. I volunteered to quit the game and management called that bluff instantly. Apparently the "F' word repeatedly, has some consequences.
Next thing I know I'm in a cab confessing my life away from the back seat.....somewhere there is a Sonoma County cab driver who knows my PIN number, the secret bank account in Aruba and all my ex-wives. I think I might have even slipped and told her about the night I never talk about....the night in Portugal. Lisbon Leslie. Too much Bud Light truth serum. Also, I think I confessed to six or eight phantom capital crimes. Just because. Cindy, the cab driver tells me she has a 13 yr old son. "I shlove kidsh" I mutter incomprehensively from the back seat. Hmm, another kid I promised to put through college. Damn kid better find a hot girl friend who likes older men..."oh yeah, dance for Daddy"
Seriously I do remember volunteering to tutor her (that would be taxi Cindy) son in math. Seems like something I should do. Really something I should do....to take my knowledge and mathematical gifts and give them to a child. Giving can sometimes be selfish. As I'm sure that it would mean more to me than him, if in fact I could make a difference. A-B equalling a life enhanced. Two lives. Because one (life enhanced) is not enough.
Something I should do.
What do you think, Leslie? Time to share the secrets?
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