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he was Freud slipping on slick snowcovered ice when he got stoned

                                                                     he knew it

so he was mindful not to talk too fast where his words merged or hopped around like playing a mad game of musical chairsno holds barred

as a kid he was a vicious playeryanked chairs out from under kids who hadnt thought to grab the chair beneath them as they sat

            they ended up on the floorbruised their butt crying he cheated

a teacher or roomparent sided with the crybabies asked angrily What were you thinking?! 

I was thinkin possession is nine-tenths of the law I wanted the chair more than they did otherwise I wouldnt have gotten it

hed cut through the circle to get a chair on the other side and while other the kidsthe losers whined That’s not fair. he ruthlessly thought Stop your cryin ya didnt want it bad enough 

                                                                   but they were a different breed of kids than he  he was the kid who grew up on the other side of tracks

grew up across the tracks 

                          for him a badge of honor  he wasnt no namby pambyhe knew the hard facts of life  no silver spoon stuck in his mouth

but on occasion stoned it seemed something was stuck in his mouthrented space beside his tongue liberally oiling it and his words

he was yappin rantin against the thief in chief and decried if the muthafucker wasnt going to fulfill his loathe . . Did I say loathe . I meant oath if he wasnt going to uphold the constitutional obligations he swore loathe . . did it again . oath oath to protect Americans against enemies without and within then he shouldnt have accepted the office

 

his stoned brotherinlaw asked Loathe?

Little slow on the uptake bro oath I corrected myself off my back I just got out ahead of myselfway ahead of myself I meant oath but he loathes to be honest A fuckin liar Have do we have a liar as presidenthow do so many millions stand behind him or stand up an cheer him at his despicable rallies The mans a jokehes been a joke for a long long time

You said loathe, instead of oath.

                                   his eyes were bloodshot looked like two pissholes in the snow

I did an I corrected myself in the same breath

That’s funny.

 

Yare really high huh

 

That’s funny.

Yare funny

Ha, haha, HA.

Maybe we ought to sit awhile quietly enjoy the sun Its a beautiful day

What?

Don say anything for a while

Will I?

Yare playin with while tryin to be clever

Well I . . .

he wasnt going to be baited  he could still feel the invader inside his mouth keeping a keen eye on his words  if he didnt speak meybe itd get bored and wander off  that would be something to behold  if he felt it move hed open his mouth and use his iPhone screen as a dull mirror to catch its reflection

he sat there openmouthed

iPhone in hand

iPhone Ihand

hmm

his brotherinlaw sat across from him watching him

he opened his mouth

he held his smartphone in his hand too

monkey see monkey do

he closed his left eye

damn if he didnt close his eye too

Big Steve promised his strain of weed was potent rather Fucking Potent.

Big Steve was never one to quibble good to his word like Maxwell House good to the last drop

he opened his left eyecleared his throat  he could still feel his companion

brotherinlaw opened his eye and cleared his throat too

meybe he supposed it was a game

his mouth was drying out he leaned forward and with his left hand took his bottle of beer off the picnic table between them and took a sip

brotherinlaw playing mirror image took his beer off the table with his right

Havinfun

I am. I’m playing with you.

Playin

Yes.

Yare playin monkey see monkey do

Oh. You caught on.  his face fellhe was disappointed

I did

What gave me away?

Yare not clever yare stoned

                             Nice try though

I’m . . oathed to agree.

he smiled itd be a great time to have dimpleswhich he didnt  Yare a funny guy

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