Southpaw Jones

Well, my dreams didn’t come true.

Again with this?

Not the way I wanted ‘em to.

I think you did just fine. Somewhere between here and the bathroom…

If everyone had done their part, lived up to their commitments…

Yes, dear, blame is very attractive in one’s later years.

And circumstance! What the hell was that about with the circumstance?

An enigma wrapped in bacon, that.

Is it the stereo remote you’re looking for?

No, the VCR, DVD, whatever shows the pictures we rent.

DVD!

Fine, DVD, as in Disappeared, Very Disappeared.

What on earth was last night about?

Last night? That was just two people who love each other discussing adult things.

Worn out pajama bottoms are “adult things” now?

Ooo, remind me to get you some new ones when I’m out later.

I DON’T NEED…don’t want…didn’t we used to argue about more interesting things?

Oh, I dunno, it’s all subjective, innit?

Like people, music, food, drink, quagmires, Moon Unit Zappa…

I suppose we went ‘round on the news of the day and the challenges of our time.

The taste, the price, the pretense of wine!

Cork or screwtop!

California versus France!

And there was a beer.

A beer?

Yes, we both loved it!

The same beer?

Yes, for different reasons! You thought it tasted great…

Ugh.

…and I found it to be less filling.

That was a bloody commercial, dear!

So?

So what?

So this is a commercial, too, remember?

Oh, yeah, for Southpaw Jones CDs?

And MP3s!

Yes, those, too.

Check them out HERE!

They sound great!

Less nonsense!

Sound great!

Less nonsense!

What’s this stuck to my sweaty back?

The DDT remote!

YAY!

YAY!