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She Stole the Blankets, and My Wallet
dannyprice

the darker the bar
 1
the better i looked
 2
 
 
a little red light on my face
 3
added some much needed color
 4
 
 
at twenty-three i was still learning
 5
how to handle my drinking
 6
and i was learning a lot
 7
 
 
i worked back-of-the-house in those days
 8
so there was really no limit
 9
to the quantities i consumed
 10
 
 
as a waiter you have to at least look sober
 11
but as a cook
 12
or a dishwasher
 13
you just have to show up
 14
 
 
in those days
 15
2 p.m. was morning
 16
as far as i was concerned
 17
 
 
i'd only been with a couple women
 18
but i already read most of Bukowski's
 19
and Fante's work
 20
so i knew enough to know
 21
they were not to be trusted
 22
 
 
she came over to my table
 23
where i was sitting alone
 24
with a pitcher of Blatz
 25
and she said
 26
"you're depressing me"
 27
 
 
i didn't say anything
 28
not because i was cool
 29
or stoic
 30
or anything
 31
only because there was nothing to say
 32
 
 
"you should buy me a drink"
 33
 
 
i knew she was running one on me
 34
i was her mark
 35
but whatever
 36
i just paid rent
 37
and had a few bucks to spare
 38
 
 
a tall whiskey and diet
 39
i brought back to the table
 40
where she was now sitting
 41
with two male friends
 42
 
 
it occured to me
 43
that the drink was a ruse
 44
to gain access to the table
 45
since the bar was crowded
 46
 
 
"these are my roommates"
 47
she said
 48
along with their names
 49
but i already knew who they were
 50
 
 
they were both hipster musicians
 51
whose bands both sounded like
 52
knockoffs of The Pixies
 53
 
 
i didn't know their names though
 54
and didn't want to
 55
 
 
but her name was Monica
 56
and i liked that because it made me think
 57
of California
 58
and i always thought i should have been born in California
 59
and i should have been taller
 60
and i should have had a bigger dick
 61
 
 
i sat there quietly while hipster-dudes
 62
shared musings about their latest gigs
 63
 
 
"are you a musician?"
 64
Monica asked me
 65
 
 
"no"
 66
 
 
"are you an artist?"
 67
 
 
"no"
 68
 
 
"well, this is Riverwest
 69
you have to be something"
 70
 
 
she was kinda right
 71
no one lets you sign a lease in Riverwest
 72
unless you're some kind of struggling artist
 73
 
 
"i know"
 74
she exclaimed
 75
"you're a poet"
 76
 
 
"fuck no"
 77
i said
 78
 
 
last call bounced on us
 79
the ugly lights came on
 80
and the doorguy came through
 81
yelling for everyone to drink up
 82
 
 
Monica and the two hipsters went outside
 83
and i went to take a piss
 84
 
 
i figured that was a nice thing to do
 85
give them a chance to leave without me
 86
and not have it be awkward
 87
 
 
but when i got outside
 88
she nearly jumped in my face
 89
"what are you doing now?"
 90
 
 
"i'm gonna go home
 91
and drink some more"
 92
 
 
"can we come?"
 93
 
 
"there's not enough for four"
 94
 
 
"is there enough for me?"
 95
 
 
"yes"
 96
 
 
so she went home with me
 97
in spite of her hipster-dudes
 98
advising her against it
 99
 
 
"he's not even a musician"
 100
they rebuked her
 101
 
 
when we got back to my place
 102
she had a good laugh over all my guitars
 103
drawings on the walls
 104
and books of poetry
 105
 
 
and she could fuckin'drink
 106
 
 
twenty year old women
 107
they're so tiny
 108
and innocent looking
 109
but she drank more beer than i did
 110
 
 
i'd like to say the sex was amazing too
 111
but i had some trouble drawing my weapon
 112
and fired it off almost as soon as i did
 113
 
 
we drank more beer after that
 114
the sun came up
 115
the beer ran out
 116
and we passed out
 117
 
 
i had only been with a couple women
 118
so it was nice to feel a warm body
 119
as i drifted into sleep
 120
 
 
a few hours later
 121
i woke up freezing
 122
seeing that she'd stolen all the covers
 123
and cocooned herself in them
 124
 
 
grateful she was still there
 125
i just grabbed my coat from the floor
 126
and went back to sleep
 127
 
 
the next time i woke up
 128
it was to the sound of her
 129
quietly pulling my apartment door closed
 130
behind her
 131
 
 
i got out of bed
 132
saw my jeans draped over the edge of the futon
 133
and felt my wallet was gone
 134
 
 
because of my o.c.d.
 135
i only had as much cash in there
 136
as i had planned to spend the night before
 137
 
 
all she got was seven bucks
 138
and my i.d.
 139
 
 
i was mostly pissed about the i.d.
 140
but not even too mad about that
 141
 
 
it seemed worth it
 142
to remember what it was like
 143
not to fall asleep alone
 144

Thanks to 9

3 Aug 17

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Danny,

I read this right to the end...I enjoy this sort of confessional feel type of poetry at times.

Ah. The things we do in youth, eh :-)

Engaging throughout. Thanks.
 — PollyReg

Lots of guts in this.
And a little blood too.
I was so much wanting it to lift at the end,
and it did. :)
Great piece Danny.
And great to see you again.
 — 9

Thanks, polly and 9!
 — dannyprice

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