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By Misti Date: 2004 May 23 Comment on this Work [[2004.05.23.13.59.30255]] |
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life must suck for Scotty we see him when we sing karaoke at Fiesta's on Friday and Saturday nights he always sings the kind of songs I can imagine rednecks slitting their wrists to in their trailers when the wife and kids and dogs are gone he sings "The Dance" by Garth Brooks and I always feel his pain last night he sang it in a sadder, drunker than usual voice told us he'd been drinking since one o'clock that afternoon asked me if I had a sister I told him she's pregnant and married and lives in Texas "happily?" Scotty asked "yes," i told him,"she's happily pregnant, happily married and happily in Texas" I guess we've all been Scotty at least once drinking alone and singing to strangers or shopping alone with no one to tell us how we look in the clothes we try on or driving alone with the moon and the radio and little or no hope waiting for a rope to hang us and set us free swinging from a tree deeply carved with somebody else's initials. |