— Strike three! Some you win, some you lose. Only these days it’s more like “You — How much? I slide three twenties across the bar. — See you tomorrow, Chuck. I hate myself. |
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Sometimes I feel like Charlie Brown by Guy Yasko
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Love this. Very jaunty and alive!
Love the best of intentions hitting the wall of experience.
poor charlie. but i feel the same way sometimes.
nice. i like this little time-slice.
i enjoyed taking the title entirely literally and imagining a 50 year old charlie brown losing bets in bars.
well played.
Good grief!
Comrade, i think i was at least partially inspired by your use of Speed Racer last week. Thanks!
Susan T., yeah, that’s what i like about it, too: the rhythm of their exchange.
Susan, Len thanks for reading & commenting.
Ha ha … God, this is so like life, trying to make things interesting and not being able to help ourselves, always choosing the same thing on the menu because it’s easier …
Thanks, Matt. I think it is like that, that sense of gravity that pulls us into the same damn thing.
Wow. I read this a couple weeks back, now I am coming to it again. You pack a punch with this one, Guy. It’s not so much melancholy — something you do so well in your writing — as… alarmingly matter-of-fact. There’s a resignation here that hurts. A pattern that cannot be escaped. It’s funny but also, well, hard. I like that a lot.
Wow, that seems exactly how poor Ol’ Chuck would turn out as an adult; doesn’t it? *sniff* Excellent writing, but now I’m sad. :(
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