My buddy Will
Is a wheelchair bound
Crazy
Intellectual motherfucker
He scares me because
I think
If he ever gets over his fear of writing
He may actually best me
In technicals
And ideas
Who knows, maybe even
Speaker tags
He is the only one to regularly school me
On grammar
And make me look like a piss crotch stained
Five-year-old
I respect that
I went to
see him in
The food there is plentiful
And cheap on American dollars
He drove his truck
With handles for the brake and clutch
And he insists
On holding the door for people
He will elbow you in the nuts
If you try and help him
He’s more capable than I am
That’s for sure
I bought dinner
So he offered to buy snacks
But I thought he bought dinner
And then we bought snacks
And I stacked the shit up
Like I was buying it myself
Even buying a scratch ticket
And when I realized
He forced me to let him buy
All of it. Every fucking bit
Even though he’s just as
Fucked financially as me
Of late
It’s odd and wonderful
To have a friend as generous
As I try to be
And it means a lot
His only limit is
When you ask him about
How the sex works once you
Get into a wheelchair
He says he needs a date first
Anyway
I tell you all of this
Because I thought it was funny
That when I went to see him
Picturing his apartment in my head
Before I thought about it
I saw a long staircase leading up to
A second story apartment
Which seems really retarded until you realize
That’s just his fucking style
Salud, Will
And
Fuck you.