Couldn’t spend his money fast enough
All the things were needed, and they were needed yesterday
So when he went to check out, he was short the amount needed
He looked to his mom. She sighed and pulled out her credit card. Happy birthday?
Unbeknownst to him, the fix was in for the card game
His opponents had stacked the deck and bought the dealer’s conscience
Once the hand was dealt, he didn’t even look and went all in. They all smiled as they joined him.
He revealed his cards with his right hand and his gun with his left. Both gave him the win
Putting the food for today on her credit card
Or she would have, but it was denied like usual
Of course, that meant she was going to go hungry again
Really if it happened too much longer and she would get a meal at the emergency room
Building a tower of luck and lies she raised her bet
Understanding it was all or nothing now
She tapped for a card and held her breath
The dealer flipped a card and smiled sadly
“She’s the girl of my dreams.”
“You must be daft! This is the girl who threw away your baseball card collection.”
“Yeah, she did do that.”
“And she was the one who made you get rid of your dog because she didn’t want the fur on her white carpet.”
“True. She did do that.”
“She had to buy her Corvette which is why you that P.O.S. out in the parking lot.”
“P.O.S.?”
“Piece of”
“Ah, got it. Yeah. She does love that car.”
“And she stabbed you in the back by sleeping with your boss. How can she be the girl of your dreams?”
“Oh, I meant nightmares.”
“Now that I can understand. So tell me, why are you still with her?”
“I may have found the worst possible relationship, but that makes everything else seem so much better. I can look at dropping out of college, working this crappy job, and realizing I’m not going to accomplish any of my childhood dreams and feel some sort of contentment. It’s like I’m telling karma to go fuck off because I got this, so just hold my beer.”
“So let me see if I understand. The sex is that good?”
“Yes.”
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Jimmy beamed as he handed an envelope to Lauren. “Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy.”
Lauren gave Jimmy a curt smile. She opened the envelope and liberated the card from inside. It prominently displayed a brown rabbit with a folded ear exclaiming “Happy Easter!”. Well, the Easter had a line through it and Mother’s Day was written in a messy, but recognizable, small scrawl that approximated printing.
“Wow, dear,” she said absentmindedly as she opened the card. There, in perfect cursive, was ‘To my beloved son, Jimmy! Love you!’
“You shouldn’t have,” Lauren said in a tone that emphasized he really shouldn’t have.
That bit of sarcasm didn’t seem to phase him. “Well, I wanted to show how much I love you,” Jimmy said, that inane smile of his plastered on his face.
Lauren sighed inwardly. He really thought he was getting away with this one. She couldn’t keep herself from commenting.
“This is the Easter card I gave you honey,” Lauren said.
He pointed excitedly at her handwriting. “I know. That’s why it’s so perfect. You always told me to use, reuse, and recycle.” That grin got even larger. It threatened to swallow up his ears.
Lauren shook her head in disbelief, but she couldn’t keep a wistful smile from her own lips. “Yes, I did tell you that.”
She went to put the card into the recycling, taking her own advice, when he reached out. “Wait, Mommy! Can I have it back?”
She stopped mid-pitch with an uneasy feeling in her stomach. “Why do you want it back?” she asked.
“Well, I figured I could give it again.”
“But I already saw it, dear.”
“But not Suzy’s mom.”
That made Lauren do a double take. “You want to give it to your wife’s mom?”
“Sure. She will love it.”
Lauren smiled a true smile and handed him the card. Yes, Suzy’s mom would love it, and understand totally what had happened. Suzy and Jimmy were two peas in a pod. “Yes, Jimmy. Do you want me to find a different envelope though?”
Jimmy was so happy he practically vibrated. “You betcha!”
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Crisp hundred dollar bill was slipped inside the card
Okay, maybe that wasn’t enough. A second one went in
Now that should buy some mercy or at least forgiveness
She couldn’t want that much more from him
Everything had gone according to plan
Quaint superstitions and taboos were maintained
Under his watchful eye
Everything had gone perfectly
Now he realized that perfect had been from his perspective
Couldn’t have anticipated she would have so much trouble with it
Everyone is a bit weird. People were messy, and she was people
Still, two hundred should buy his way out, right?
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Just one more time and maybe I’ll get lucky
Uncle Bart had brought him to the sports card shop
Now he pondered which pack held the prize
Knowing full well that all he was probably getting was…
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