he stumbled 

                                              he might suppose he was rocked

if there were people to point fingers itd be tough to deny

however there was only he an he thought  carefully 

                                                     anhe thought stumbled doesnt make rocked an not rocked he was going to have himself another three fingers an lollygag in a hot bath of Epsomsalts and lavender oil 

his daughter recommended it 

no one held a candle to his daughter 

                                    hed dare them 

                                                  anif daring meant a fight hed fight he didnt mind having skin in the game but fights these days somehow became fights to the deathkicking a man when he was downkicking him with steeltoed bootsstomping his head against the pavement  people feared if they let the other off lightly with just a beating that theyd come around again stab em in the back when they werent looking      

people today were a fearful bunch

that wasnt him

if he knocked a man down hed wait to see if he wanted to get up and resume the fight 

if not 

      hed turn his back and walk away  that dispute squared 

he could smell cowardice

it smelled like something rotting

maybe people hadnt smelled something dead in a while 

                                                          an shame the fuck on them

they ought to inhale a nose full

but theyre above thatbeyond that

 

or maybe their shit didnt stink

 

                                     how very Fortunate

  

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