Copyright Carol A. King, All Rights Reserved

Email:  TexasDaytripper@prodigy.net

My head hurts like a bastard this morning.  It really does.

Yours would too if you went to a club on 50th St. last night and

all the guys there were just phonies dancing like madmen trying

to impress their girls and just throwing their coats at the coat check

girl and not even saying thanks or anything, and so then you felt

sorry for her and bought her and you some highballs and then you

had to drink them all yourself cause she didn't drink, and so then

you drove out to the ol' East River bridge to throw all your trash

in the river just like the good old days when you and your buddies

did those crazy things, and so then just when you were gonna drive

over the bridge you stopped and vomited like a madman then fell

asleep in your car.  And, when you wake up in the morning cause

the sun is shining in your face you look out to see the whole crazy

bridge is gone!  Man you feel lucky and your kid sister would at

first laugh when you told her the story then cry because you almost

drowned.  But your head would still hurt like a bastard.

It really would.  Believe me.

Ekphrastic Prose

By Joel D. Wisner

Done in the style of J.D. Salinger, author of 'Catcher In The Rye'

Copyright Joel D. Wisner

All Rights Reserved