Jim Hart

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

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Jim Hart lives in Brooklyn.