I just got off the phone
with my wife’s best friend
Michelle Brown
We rediscovered each other after a long lapse
My wifes death
Moving
And simply life
anyway
They were like sisters
From the time they were kids
Until my wife passed away
Hell they are still best friends
Death doesn’t change that
anyway
I spent my youth with my wife
And Her cut buddy
They were inseparable
Anyway Michelle
got me to thinking about
my youth
19 a cop a gun
A large bottle of liquor
Oh the days
When drinking was still fun
Amway
Michelle was a beautiful girl
A Marilyn (one less bell to answer)McCoo type
If you know what I mean
anyway
She is even more beautiful now
Petit,
high yalla gal
Of Jamaican extraction
Tiny,
big breasted
Big mouthed
Highly intelligent
Full of life
And love
She could eat a man under the table
As well as go
shot for shot
With Ernest Hemingway
Or Me
Anyway
Back in the day
As they young people used to say
Until they heard Lou Dobbs
Say it on Cnn
Anyway it was about
1979 or so
And we all went out on a double date
It was always
Me Pam and Michelle
And her then boyfriend
Jeffrey
Is he still crazy
He used to have the coolest mercury cougar
But I had a GTo
God I miss that car
Anyway
These were the days when drinking was fun
We went to a Asbury park
To the board walk and amusement section
Right by the stone pony
Born in the usa………hell ya
as usual
We were drinking
Party..
Drinking
And having a blast
I was a cop
It was summer time
I always carried my gun in those days
A three inch smith and Weston five shot
It is a rare gun and yes I did say three inch
anyway
I still got it
I had my gun in a shoulder hoister
With a big shirt hiding it
Where was I
Did I tell you that my wife
Was a very physical person
She was a four letter athlete in college
Sound swim like a fish
Shoot a shot gun better than I could
And had the strength of a man
And unlike the rest of Us
My wife did not have a drinking problem
She could drink with the rest of us
But it was never a real problem for her
Like so many of the rest of us
anyway
Pam was a amusement park freak
She loved the rides
The crazier scarier the better
Pam Loved roller coasters
The Cyclone, the zipper
any thing that went high and fast
The last time I was on a ride
It was a kids ride sort of
You know the one
You sit on a swing
And it goes around and around and higher
And higher
Not that high
But I just remembered
Closing my eyes until
It was over
Hey I don’t like rides
Personally
I am scared of heights
Water,
closed spaces
loud noises
And small animals
God I hate squirrels
Nothing can make me
Run as hast as a squirrel
Anyway here we are
drunked up and having a blast
At this amusement park
My wife is begging me to get on a ride with her
Begging
More like forcing me too….
She knew I was scared of rides
Get on the ride
Punk Punk
Remember the octopus
That weird ride that dipped
And did weird motion thingys………….
To some of you
It’s a kids ride
To me it was like
Falling out of a plane
with out a para-shoot
Ok
so I am being forced to get on this ride
Micelle
Yea she got that mouth
Chump chump
Get on the ride Dog face
Yes they some times called me dog face
This was the 1970’s
And cosmopolitan magazine
Was running the world
And woman minds
Men are dogs remember
Ok back to the ranch
Scared chump……….
Michelle
boy could that gal eat
To this day
I have never seen any one
So tiny
Put away so much food
Ok back to the ride
I take a long swing
Of my drink
Which was king Williams the fourth
cheap scotch
bottle in pocket
away I go
I begin my courage mantra
I mutter to my self
I am a cop
I am a cop
I can do this
I think I can
I think I can
I get on the ride
The octopus
It kind of looks like one
Its not too high
Ok I can do this
Punk
Get on the ride
So I did
My wife sat next to me
And off we went
The park wasn’t crowded
So their was just me and Pam
Michelle and Jeffrey
On the ride
Its starts up
My heart starts beating
I cant breath
I close my eyes and wish it gone
Pray it Gone
Its almost over
I feel like I am falling out of this thing
Help Help
Where the hell are the seat belts
I open my eyes and my wife is in bliss
She was always
a better man than me
Smiling
enjoying the wind in her hair
I hated her
I hated every one
Michelle was being loud
Laughing
Every one was having a blast
Except me
Help help
Finally the ride was winding down
And just as it was about to stop
Michelle
Who is a pretty thing
And always knew how to use it
Batted her eyes and asked the guy
To keep the ride going
Come on let us ride again
He was game
I was cursing
Let me the f……….
Off of this thing
The more I yelled
The more every one laughed
My wife could care less
She said nothing
But her eyes did
Got you
You bastard
I know you must have done some thing
If not this is a down payment
On the things that you will do
I am screaming now
Stop this thing
Let me off
They all were laughing
It was becoming a blur
Help
Ok
Screw that
My chant became
Stop this f…….ing ride
Let me the hell off this thing
Now
The guy in charge
A white trash south jersey guy
You know the type
Jeans too tight and dirty
Hair too long
The glazed look in his eyes
Jersey
He Just laughed and laughed
I told him I was a cop
Stop the ride
he kept laughing
Finally I reached for my gun
Pulled it out
And showed it to him
Not pointed it at him
I am too smart for that
No I wasn’t
I just couldn’t aim as the ride was moving
I am not that good of a shot
He saw the gun
And must have seen some thing in my eyes
That told him that I was crazy
Ok he just say the gun
Anyway
The ride stopped
I was shaking
I was still Not sure
I wanted to shoot the guy
Pam said Kevin
You are such a baby
Put that damn gun away
Micelle was still laughing at me
Laughing hysterical
She loved the drama
When she and my wife were young teens
Michelle would always start the festivals
By using her intellect and mouth
To piss some one off
Them my wife
Who as I told you better
Could wrestle Venus Williams
To the ground
Would play clean up
Yes that was MY Apple Plum
Finally Michelle got off the ride
Still Laughing
Then she got a funny look on her face
And looked real sick
Oh oh
Did you forget about all of the food
And drink
That you ate before we got on the ride
Remember all of those clams on a half shell
With lemon
Remember all those pieces of salt water toffee
And the gobs of ice cream
Oops………………
Are you sick
Poor pudums………………yes I did say Pudums………..
Anyway to make a long story
Short
Michelle
Wound up tossing her cookies
After taking several steps
Toward the nearest food stand
And me
The hero
finally had found
some form of satisfaction
in her vomiting up all of her prizes
I think I can
I think I can
I had been redeemed
We walked on
Michelle ate on
And to this day
I think that I should have shot
That guy
Go figure
A day in the life
Of a old guy
Whose memories
Come in spurts now
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