squall lines
yeah the bastard LOVES himself some squall line.
gimme a bit of that vicar…
gimme a bit a squall line on my Saturday night.
racked out after what could only be considered a successful third birthday party for the babby.
at the 9:15 hour…
the bar gets it in its head to let loud drunk folks out onto the patio.
not folks who just wandered out to drink…
menus were getting distributed…
these already loud drunk assholes were getting ready to tuck in…
suddenly more came out and it had all the appearances of getting worse…
and then the squall line came into town…
beautiful line of chaos…
and it rained…
it rained like the hammers of hell…
and for a brief moment…
after having many conversations with the almighty…
asking him to leave me alone…
to move along and hassle someone else…
I felt like he listened.
and it felt spiritual.
—the bastard
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