Over lunch, we spoke of death
Dipped our chips slowly into salsa
Chose our words very carefully
It still burnt like a hot pepper stuck in my throat
"the odds are against him"
I know that.
Dont casually remind me.
So I tear up in this local establishment
Can't find a napkin
the waitor boys don't speak much english
so, can't ask for a napkin
my face is naked. Look at it.
I enter the bathroom
it's empty
I recover
I clean up real nice
We leave and
don't say another word for the whole ride home
They do say... " Shit happens " ... I Say " Shit happens, Get Ova It "
Hope you flushed the toilet .. :P