The Robber

It was about 2am

I'm not sure exactly

I had gone out

Drinking with a friend

Neither of us had a car

So we walked

I stayed close to the beach

It wasn't far

We drank quite a bit

I don't know the specifics

But I remember

Fragments

I yelled:

"Pussy,

I need pussy."

I was a drunk

Single man

Forgive me

Or don't 

I won't mind

We left

Once again on foot

We'd been walking for maybe

Ten minutes

A dark figure suddenly appeared

A rag over his mouth and nose

Blended him in the shadows

My friend tried to stab him

With a nail file

I didn't know this 

Until he was in my face

He seemed polite

For a robber

Whatever, I leaned on the wall;

The nearest wall,

Someone's yard

He said:

"Give me your cell phone"

I tried to get it out of my pocket

But failed, inebriated as I was

He stuck a gun in my face

And retrieved the phone from my pocket

To me it looked like a water pistol

But whatever

He took the shades off my head

And my fancy cigarette holder

And fucked off

And that was that

I was mainly bummed

About the shades

And the cigarette holder

I stood there

A couple moments

Mumbled

Fucking prick

And walked home

© Dean R Boic 2015