Dude was tall. Real tall. Duck down when he got on the train tall. And his face? A super long and impressive canvas for those bushy blonde mutton chops.
He swayed when he walked. I couldn't tell if he was drunk or had some kind of swagger. The bottles...
Was her and him,
Estelle and Jim,
Who set the place
On fire.
Was him and her,
A dashing blur,
Who raced into
The mire.
Now me and you,
What can we do?
Why should we stand
and wallow?
Now you and me,
we'll make them see,
There's nowhere we
won't...
I suppose I could root for the Yankees. After all, they're from New York and aren't in the same division as the Mets.
On the other hand, I can pull for the Phillies because, well, they're not the Yankees. I've spent years rooting against the Yankees....
