I'll Never Call My Wife Again

i bought us three bottles of champagne, quality stuff, piper. Then we picked up a bucket of fried chicken. We tried to make a little party out of it, but we were sad too. I know we'll be seeing each other again. They clang an old farm bell here to signal meal time. J p and i get out of our chairs slowly like old geezers, and we go inside. It's starting to get too cold on the porch anyway. One of the guys here is a guy who travels. He goes to europe and the middle east. That's what he says. Anyway, business he says. He also says he has his drinking under control