Fuck you…


Fuck you…

Bad ass and beautiful girl told her Bloody Mary. Fuck you all and I ordered three fingers of the Johnnie Walker. She looked at me. She asked me. What are doing old man. Trying to drink yourself to death? 

I told her. Just drinking with a friend. He can’t be here. He is alone in his grave up-north and I am here. She looked sad and she asked. Can I join you my new friend and my name is Eleanor. I told her. My friend would be honored a pretty lady drank with us and are you alright? She looked sad and she told me. Just a pissed off lady needed a kind friend.

I told her. We need some friends. It is hell, swimming in shit alone. My name is Johnnie and I ordered three more fingers of the Johnnie Walker. She smiled and she took my hands. She whispered to me. We must remember the good people. I told her. Life can be hell, but we are alive and we try to something good.

I raised my first finger of whiskey and she touched my shot glass. I told the night. To being alive and good friends. We will dance in shit and learn to accept the smell and thank you Dan for being a friend.

We drank the whiskey and she took my hands. She told me, I was in the fuck you mind, and now I am in the let’s cry together mind. Let’s talk and maybe find some sort of peace.

I told her, thank you and I kissed both her hands. I raised the second finger of the Johnnie Walker. I told the night, please take care of his beautiful daughters. They have become strong women. He would be so damn proud of them. I saw a tear in her eyes and she whispered. I will pray with you.

I raised the third glass of the Johnnie Walker and I told her. Fuck war, fuck the damn wars. Tears fell from my eyes and she held me and she whispered. Fuck you war.

Coyote

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