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Tag: Lanny Mercer

The Way I Do

On July 30, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

When I was young / I went off to college / But I flunked out ‘cause I could not pass no test / My old man barely made it past fifty / And I reckon that I’ll follow his footsteps / But it ain’t gon’ be bad health that’s gonna kill me / It won’t …

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The Way I Do, Part Six (Final)

On July 30, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

  Sure enough, when three o’clock rolled around, so did several high school kids. In deference to Mud Galvin’s “don’t ask, don’t tell” philosophy, he and Abel got provisionally high before they got there, and the kids apparently did the same. Abel was glad Victoria was back. She had been Mud’s significant other for at …

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The Way I Do, Part Four

On July 25, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

It took about a year to get my head straight / I drank my share and crashed into the ground / It seemed as if my voice got so damn lonely / My friends all dreaded having me around.   Abel and Siri had their differences on the proper course to Cain Caldwell’s house. She …

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The Way I Do, Part Three

On July 25, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

I don’t know what I’m gonna tell ‘em / Don’t know what I’m gonna do / I might walk out that door and never come back / Open the window, jump off the roof / But it ain’t gon’ be bad health that’s gonna kill me / Won’t be red meat and pecan pie / …

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The Way I Do, Part Two

On July 23, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

                My old lady found me sitting in the kitchen / I sat there chawing on a plate of ribs / She said, boy, you better stay clear of that cholesterol / It’s taking what little life you’ve got left / I said, woman, pay attention to your own self / I’m capable …

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