mikes ex girl, jerry, was outside the pizza shop when i pedalled up for beer
he kicks her out every few months when she pisses him off
she doesnt seem to care, but it may be a coping strategy
she likes her beer, and when she can get them, pills
the street has been alot quieter since mikey moved away
no one yelling "you fucking bitch, get the fuck out" every month or so
the only real action we get since the fire sent the sort italian packing is dude and his stripper every now and then
its getting boring over here
so, that being the case, i guess ill put a personal ad in the paper

SAVE SOUTH PHILLY!
once vibrant block, gone pussy needs active, vocal lovers
your job will be to fuck me good then really step out of line
piss me off something good
should be able to throw/dodge beer bottles
excellent command of pejorative /colorful language
improvosational skills a plus
otherwise our once proud neighborhood is going upscale
gentrified
mikeys house was gutted and is being turned into a milliondollar yuppie palace with an elevator
theyll probably have civilized, private fights
using sarcasm and hostile silences
with timeouts for the kids
how will the kids learn if we keep these valuable learning moments private?
call today fuck tomorrow
fight whenever you are ready, bitch


again its up to me to save the universe