Funny Man

 

I thought about it

Thought about it just that much longer and two beers more

than I should have

It always seems to go that way

Just that little bit more that pushes me over the edge

I went out my door and knocked on his

"You Charlie?" I asked - Hell demanded

"Yeah - dickwad," he smiled

It was that kind of smile that guys whose abilities usually

run fifteen percent short of their confidence level wear

I hit him with everything I had and watched him tumble

back into his living room

Then borrowed his smile for the walk back to my place