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…I knowed a feller what went home early one night…choked to death on a jelly bean…must be a moral there somewheres…

Monroe D. Underwood

I didn’t go to Wallace’s.

I stopped at Spud’s Place.

The television was out of focus.

The beer was lukewarm.

The bartender was going to sleep on his feet.

I went home.

I read the feature story in an Eagles magazine.

I fell asleep on the couch.

The telephone woke me up about nine o’clock.

Betsy said I called you at Wallace’s a dozen times.

I said I wasn’t at Wallace’s.

Betsy said I think I got that figured out already.

I said I was at Spud’s Place.

Betsy said who is Spud?

I said he was too tired to tell me.

Betsy said I have something for you.

I said well bring it around when it stops smoking.

Betsy said not that you idiot.

She said business.

She said I’m sending you a client.

She said a girl I know.

I said will she keep until morning?

Betsy said she’ll be in your office at nine-thirty.

I said thanks sweetie.

Betsy said her name is Candi Yakozi.

I said nobody could be named Candi Yakozi.

Betsy said good-night Philo.