Hey you over there it’s my birthday come have a beer don’t mind the Doberman, name’s Prince, and I’m RD and that’s Paula, Tom, and Chris, was best man in my wedding. –It’s my birthday tomorrow,– that’s when Geronimo died. He’s my people. –So you’re his seed still running around.– You’re sexy, I like your hair. Don’t see that except on TV. Yeah, RD, tell her how that song goes. Anaawakoto matabalula la… People look at my nose and always wanna draw my nose. –I like your Apache hair.– You know what this hair’s called, bald! –You were in his wedding? I’m getting married in September.– Cheers, tintinabulum of Mexican bottles. –Any marital advice?– Been divorced three times, got none. –You?– Don’t marry him, marry me. –Baldo?– Yeah, whenever you argue in the evening… Resolve it before you go to bed? Bingo! That shit don’t need to be carried on into a new day. I had two sons, one’s been in five movies and the other’s in Houston, hard worker like his daddy was. –Who’s his daddy?– Bahaaha, heya ho zhaoni… –What do you do?– Rock and roll. Drums, and Tom’s on harmonica and sings. –Blues?– Yeah, don’t he look like Stevie Wonder? ‘Cept he’s white? –With those sunglasses I guess.– You just wait. Yeah, till an hour or two. Once it’s dark, I go black! Bahahaha. –Whoa, you laugh good, I want to laugh like that.– You made me laugh! I want to take you out for a ride on my Harley. –I’m sure you can find many pretty chicks to ride on your Harley, but I’m not into that.– What’re you into? –The simple life, going where you don’t ever see riding the fast lane. But you’ll always find people looking for a good time.– Good answer. Have a good time. Happy birthday and God bless you, sunset sister.
© 2013, Amaya Engleking