“i really don’t drink much,”
he said,
“not like i used to, anyway.
but when i do,
it’s tequila.
straight.
i don’t do shots
like some crazy kid.
i’m smarter than
that.
i just sit there
and sip.
some days
when my cousin comes
to visit -
especially in the summer -
we’ll grab a bottle and some cigars
and sit out in the yard
all afternoon.
sometimes
we don’t even say a word.
we’ll just
sit there
and sip.”
you’ve got to admire that
in a man…
the ability to
relax
and ignore
approaching doom.