You’ve got your cigarette-stained drunks at the Dixie Tavern, your ex that riles you into a fevered pacing after seismic phone calls but still scores you dime bags, your manager at TGI Friday’s who shares his coke with you in the office; but you’ve also got me, who cleans your dogs' shit in the kitchen when you’re too stoned to walk them, who drained the back yard of dead brush and sun-bleached garbage to try and trap you in sunrises and sunsets, who pays your rent, so you have a place to sleep it all off so you can do it all again. You've got me, who keeps saying No when you beg me to meet your bar friends, No when you’re asking if I want to celebrate nothing in particular with cocktails, No, no, and no, my magic word that will get you to admit how much I’m doing for you, so I can get my own fix.
Timothy C Goodwin has work included in Trash Cat, HAD, Twin Pies, Dishsoap Quarterly, BULL, JAKE, and elsewhere. He is also the cohost of the Tiffin Inn Writing Workshop podcast, and lives in NYC.
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