CHUMP CHANGE
'You've got the same broken habits as when I knew you last;
still holding the chips where they fall, still smiling like a thief
on death row, walking straight lines with your candy-hands out.'
I remembered those lines from an old Off-Broadway play;
done in by critics in 1976. Like Al Pacino, later on, in 'American
Buffalo,' I spit out my lines so emphatically that people in the
first row went home wet each night. 'All's well that goes to Hell.'
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Now it's so many years later my mouth can't count, and the
fifty-year olds in the second row look young to me - grab 'em
each and run like fire. What's the point of this life anyway?
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