Julio came by with his guitar and sang his
latest song.
Julio was famous, he wrote songs and also
published books of little drawings and
poems.
they were very
good.

Julio sang a song about his latest love
affair.
he sang that
it began so well
then it went to
hell.

those were not the words exactly
but that was the meaning of the
words.

Julio finished
singing.

then he said: “I still care for
her, I can’t get her off my
mind.”

“what will I do?” Julio
asked.

“drink,” Henry said,
pouring.

Julio just looked at his
glass:
“I wonder what she’s doing
now?”

“probably engaging in oral
copulation,” Henry
suggested.

Julio put his guitar back in
the case and
walked to the 
door.

Henry walked Julio to his car which
was parked in the
drive.

it was a nice moonlit
night.

as Julio started his car and
backed out the drive
Henry waved him a
farewell.

then he went inside
sat
down.

he finished Julio’s untouched
drink
then he
phoned
her.

“he was just by,” Henry told
her, “he’s feeling very
bad…”

“you’ll have to excuse me,”
she said, “but I’m busy right
now.”

she hung
up.

and Henry poured one of his
own
as outside the crickets sang
their own
song.