it was at a picnic 

                   an idyllic greengrass blueskies gingham lawn blankets picnic tables food iced drinks

  

I’m always screwing the two upcan’t remember which one is right, an when I think I am I make an ass out of myself because I’m stuck, I opened my mouth an said an I was wrong.  A behemoth . . a real fuckin’ idiot.

he was tentative trying to decide whether hed take the stick out of his hand so hed quit beating himself or if hed rather enjoy it 

           a little while longer  he wasat heart a sadist everyone was

Whacha cryinbout

You weren’t listening?

To the whining unmistakable  how coudnt I

Whining, I was whining . .

. . Like a beat dog

                   I heard you  but ya didnt say

I didn . .

. . Hinted  always screwing the two up 

                                           Two You didnt identify them   Anya came out of the bluesomethin triggered a thought  obviously distasteful

Thought I was gaining headway with this woma . .

. . Ya went off in your head We werent talking about women let alone one woman  Your date last night went sideways

You keep finding ways 

Apparently. he shook his head pitifully

he wasnt going to pity him pitys like greed it just wants more an more

he kept shaking his head

nope aint happening wrap your chintzybrain round it he wasnt going to enable his horseshit   man up

You said you confused two words

                                       You understand you confuse words often 

I was so sure.

So you made an ass out of yourself   You offer any contrition his head kept working side to side to no avail  Doubleddown didnt ya really made a splendid ass out of yourself . .

. . But I was so sure.

Id think by now when yare sure youd be sure you were wrong the head quit working

What do you mean by that?

Wha I said  The wordswha two words

You’ll shit when I say.

the back of his neckhead ached immediately Ive heard you misuse them before an Ive corrected you

You have, yes.

Tell me

You’ll be angry.

I aint your folks Ill be irritatedIm irritated now  Ya fucked up you were the one with dick in hand last night

Jest.  Gist.

Amusement  Substanceessence     Christ

I said . .

. . I donwanna know 

                        In the future when yare sure be sure yare wrong

I was so sure.  the head started wagging again

even his sadism had limits he bid him goodbye and walked away

1514,  Thursday,  10  2. 22

1059,  Twosday,  26  7. 22

Billy Joel  Big Shot  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zhF8AgBR8hM