Do you like the music of Pete Cigar?
She was young and drunk and trying to appear cultured
when she said it.
Do you like the music of Pete Cigar?
she asked.
A tiny burp exiting her mouth
stage right.
Most embarrassing when you are trying
to steer a fifty-foot yacht up your own
puckered ass.
I told her I did.
That his music had a heavy Cuban influence.
Oh, I love Cuba!
she threw her tiny confetti hands
in the air.
So did Castro,
I say.
I think we need more wine!
she smiled.
Garcon, Garcon!
she waved her glass
in the air.
I poured us both some wine.
Killed an ant on the way back
from the bathroom.
The only thing left to do now
was to discuss the many musical merits
of Wooden Guthrie.
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