he and nick and I were having whiskeys
down at an eastend dive last saturday night
when phil came in with a gun pointing it
and actin all gansta on nick and him
and jawin’ about his wife and pictures
on the internet, and nick and him start
(I was way back in my seat by then so
as to leave a clear shooting lane) so nick
and him tell phil to go talk to his wife
about it ‘cause they were in no mood for
his bruce willis bullshit and—anyhow,
phil, you were always more bill paxton—and
the gun goes off and everyone screams
and nick and the unnamed friend wet themselves.

dmpitchford