I caught a buzz—first one
in a long time. It felt pretty
good, but then I remembered
I had all these things called
responsibilities; namely: my
kids and the cat. Figuring
the cat could fend for herself,
it was just down to my offspring.
Seven o’clock rolled around and
I sounded the alarm: “bedtime!”
Tiny feet stampeded upstairs
while I finished making lunches
and grabbed another can from
the fridge. After the nighttime
ritual was complete, I picked
a book off the top shelf. “Well”
I said “this is probably the first
time in America anyone’s ever
read Bukowski to their kids.”
They both laughed but didn’t
get the joke, and so I read on
until they were asleep. After
that I went back downstairs
for another can. It was 8:41pm,
the house was very very quiet.
ha ha - good one!
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