When did the writing for money so the bank account could be filled become more important
Than writing one sentence that made my head buzz?
When did the ashtray get so full that I couldn’t push any more cigarettes into it
And it made sense
What happened to me
Did I become old ?
When did I start caring that the things I said annoyed the people who wanted everything to be light
To be funny
All the time
Don’t rock the boat,
Keep it funny mutherfucker
Otherwise we won’t like you anymore
We don’t care about that sort of shit
Gimme a mutherfuckin’ break….
About the Author: Garry Crystal
Garry Crystal is a freelance writer living in the UK. His short stories and articles have appeared in print and online including Expats Post, The Andirondack Review, Turnrow Journal, Roadside Fiction and Orato. br> His first book Leaving London is available on Amazon and other retailers now. br> View My Profile