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Change The Captain, Don’t Sink The Ship
I remember that day clear as a crystal.
She beckoned me…more like a tease I recall.
Like sirens luring sailors in tales past.
Come to me Ricky.
I’ll make your heart race…
I’ll leave you gasping for air…
A heaping mess on the floor…
I’ll make you a better man…
And mostly,
I’ll leave you asking where have you been all my life.
That was her promise.
That crystal clear day was dark. I put on my newest duds. I even did my hair kinda special that day though I’m not sure exactly what I did to it. And I slowly walked to the garage, tip toeing so my wife wouldn’t wake up.
(Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that I was married and my wife woulda been highly disturbed to know I was gonna pound out Cindy in the garage.)
But I went.
The door opens.
Light flicks on.
And there she awaits.
My pull up rig, a yoga mat from Craig’s list and a dingy white board that said:
“Cindy”
5 pull ups
