One day, outside the grocery store I saw a big, tough looking dude covered in tats, straddling the loudest motorcycle ever. Damned it 5 year old me didn’t go up to him and ask, “Hey. Is your mom dead?”
Dude looked at me and said, “Yeah.”
And I was shocked that my mom was right.
"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
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