the woman
wrote
to me and said:
i have
nothing to
write about...
nothing to say...
any suggestions?
quit.
he stuck his
head
out the car
window and yelled:
you
stupid shit,
watch where you’re going!
i couldn’t
answer him
the way i liked,
because my hands
were full and (besides)
i
really
didn’t know.
nobody
knows
the
last
time
is
the
last
time
until
it
is.
the only books
he
ever read
cover to cover
were
I, THE JURY,
by Mickey Spillane
and
a book
on dog training
that he
ended up
giving away
after
the dog
got hit by a car.
he
never did
get another dog,
but,
damn it to hell,
Mickey Spillane sure could write!
the hurt
was worse
than anything
he could have imagined,
but,
he didn’t
want to dull it,
so
he put
aside the glass...
walked
out in the yard
and stared at the trees.
Congratulations, John, excellent as always!
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