fright night

Your breath reeks smells like onions. Hamburger with onions non-grilled just white rings crunchy like lettuce you must have had two. You have a story to tell a wild night at the slots while I was playing the cards eyes on the beautiful dealer money in red and black chips on the table leaning towers falling before I built them back up. You were sitting with the 70 year olds what the hell have you retired from to be doing that yanking that lever like a fool conductor waiting for that money train that's due any minute now. I'm staring at my omelet staring forks and knives into it and gobbling up the remains. But the omelet only lasts so long and I know you can sit there forever so I say fuck it what is it what happened. You smile "you're not gonna believe this bro." Fuck I better not believe it I'm interrupting a good ass omelet here spill the beans. You tell me to hold onto my seat.