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THE BOYS CLUB

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We were younger then, seems not so long ago. The air was thick with cigarette smoke. Card tables full of change and stains. Loud bravado talk and whisky breath mixed with the din of TV chatter criss-crossed the room. We never noticed, well, never really noticed...not when you were holding a flush. Someone always brought me a glass of cool water; can't remember now...was it the old woman or the young girl with the nice legs? I winked a lot then; I have a wrinkle to prove it. A ceiling fan rattled and mixed it all up. Here was home here I mattered here I was known and here I belonged. The old boys club...we grew into that name, we became old there. One by one we left, too many funerals to count, too many empty places at the tables. I still come here; still hear the sounds, the smells. Those window panes behind me...like a calendar, they mark my time....I think I'll just sit this one out.

- SS

 

 

Taking some time off, see you on the return wave.

- SS

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Uploaded on September 9, 2010
Taken on September 9, 2010