Drinking mezcal chewing up the worm
listening to Santana’s Blues For Salvador
the police car shined a spotlight in my van
This Barney Fife looking motherfucker
swaggered up and asks me if I’ve been
drinking, I nod my head and take a swig
“Keep your hands where I can see them
and get out of your car,” I finish the bottle
I get out slowly, he has his pistol pointed
At me, “That’s not nice,” “What did you
say?” I did my magic on him and reached
out and took his gun away, I pointed it
At his chest and said, “How does it feel?”
I gave him some gunslinger tricks, threw
it up in the air, caught it behind my back
I ejected the magazine and unchambered
the round in the barrel, faster than sight, I
put it in his holster and raised my hands.
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