Friend of the Devil

Sdtrack: The Grateful Dead's Friend of the Devil

I'm standing downtown.
I had planned on hopping around to various places.
But I grow lazy and post up at my favorite haunt.
Chatting with a friend of mine who owns a ******.
The girl with him casually flirts with me.
She remarks that I look like a famous actor. I get this a lot from slightly to considerably older women.
The guy makes a backhanded compliment about my shirt. I bought it while I was abroad. It's not something you'd see in many stores in this part of the United States.
Fuck haters. Girls check me out and often compliment me whenever I wear it.
At any rate, the girl's friend insists that I'm gay. This also happens semi-often.
I contain my irritation b/c she's just mad young(er) guys like myself that are good looking don't look twice at her.
I backhanded compliment her hat and her hair. She gets off my jock after that.

Another old(er) woman flirts with me, then a younger friend of hers flirts with me. I think about pounding her in the ass while I pull her hair and call her a whore. The old(er) woman that is.

She has red hair. She's a bit heavy but it hasn't gone to her tits. Too bad. She has that quiet desperation of older women watching their youth and vitality fade long with the attention they once enjoyed.

At any rate, the last hour and a half of the night melts into one moment in my memory. I drive home and sleep.

I heard good folk music, some good Beatles covers and slept like the fucking dead.
I'll probably get high and go listen to some more music later tonight.
   - Yrs. in Christ