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Jonny Cigar (poetofthegutter)

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Photo by Steph Goralnick.
Well it’s been an uphill battle being Jonny Cigar. And I tried hard folks! I tried darn hard, gave it my best, fought the beast with my own two fists and licked the air and bit my thumb at it, but dang, I ended up havin’ one hell of a great night last night. And I didn’t want it. I didn’t ask for it, but just like every other night it found me and it was simply fantastic; much better I’m sure than what you were doing. Started out with a steak frites and a bottle of grape fruit juicy juice. Swallowed them grapes and tenderized that steak and took me a walk walking by little numbers with the high heely click clackin along the little purses of the old one two, and bummed a cigarette and then another and ended up on my back again, same old story, didn’t last long though picked the bastard, myself, up and called a cab, told ‘em you send me one from hobroken cuz I don’t have faith! Faith in what sir?! Faith in the yellow rats that zippity do dah day ‘round this warehouse-town you call a city! They sent me a lux-ry mobile, picked me up on 11th took me down to Leroy, bad bad meanest cat in the whole damn town, Leroy Brown, had me a cocktail with a piece o’ ice in the glass the size of a turkey, and I plucked that bird clean. Bar for bar, club for club, I painted the town in foot smacked tire-tracks! Paid my way with a song, sang it, “It’s quarter to  three, there’s no one in the place, ‘cept you an’ me, so set ‘em up Joe, I got a little story, you oughta know, we’re drinking my friend, to the end, of a brief episode” and sure enough out of the ether whether it was either smoke or nightshade, she stopped my mouth and I stopped the bottle and we both stopped talking, and somewhere Tom Waits was makin’ a phone call… Yes, it was a fabulous fling of a night, and I say it again, I don’t want it! I don’t need it! And I’ll fight it again tonight, but it looks like the evening is gonna pick me up around nine and ain’t gonna drop me home till dawn. She shore knows how to put on the carpet. Well, I may not have a thing at all, but I got lot’s of plans for tomorrow, just you wait…
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Photo by Steph Goralnick.

Well it’s been an uphill battle being Jonny Cigar. And I tried hard folks! I tried darn hard, gave it my best, fought the beast with my own two fists and licked the air and bit my thumb at it, but dang, I ended up havin’ one hell of a great night last night. And I didn’t want it. I didn’t ask for it, but just like every other night it found me and it was simply fantastic; much better I’m sure than what you were doing. Started out with a steak frites and a bottle of grape fruit juicy juice. Swallowed them grapes and tenderized that steak and took me a walk walking by little numbers with the high heely click clackin along the little purses of the old one two, and bummed a cigarette and then another and ended up on my back again, same old story, didn’t last long though picked the bastard, myself, up and called a cab, told ‘em you send me one from hobroken cuz I don’t have faith! Faith in what sir?! Faith in the yellow rats that zippity do dah day ‘round this warehouse-town you call a city! They sent me a lux-ry mobile, picked me up on 11th took me down to Leroy, bad bad meanest cat in the whole damn town, Leroy Brown, had me a cocktail with a piece o’ ice in the glass the size of a turkey, and I plucked that bird clean. Bar for bar, club for club, I painted the town in foot smacked tire-tracks! Paid my way with a song, sang it, “It’s quarter to  three, there’s no one in the place, ‘cept you an’ me, so set ‘em up Joe, I got a little story, you oughta know, we’re drinking my friend, to the end, of a brief episode” and sure enough out of the ether whether it was either smoke or nightshade, she stopped my mouth and I stopped the bottle and we both stopped talking, and somewhere Tom Waits was makin’ a phone call… Yes, it was a fabulous fling of a night, and I say it again, I don’t want it! I don’t need it! And I’ll fight it again tonight, but it looks like the evening is gonna pick me up around nine and ain’t gonna drop me home till dawn. She shore knows how to put on the carpet. Well, I may not have a thing at all, but I got lot’s of plans for tomorrow, just you wait…

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