I want to be like that
man who entered the
restaurant
tonight,
he parked right in
front
of the front
door.
blocking off a good many
parked cars,
then slammed his car
door shut,
walked in,
his shirt hanging out
over his big
gut.
when he saw the
maitre d', he
said, "hey, Frank,
get me a fucking
table by the
window!"
and Frank smiled and followed
him
along.

I want to be like
that man.
this way's not
working.

for over 70 years
now.