Stingy With Compliments

a tatted teen pulled a pointy guitar

off the wall, plugged in and shredded

away with tapped arpeggios, 3 note per

string runs, power chords, etc. It was all

too fast for me but dizzyingly well done.

nobody said anything after he

stopped playing. The cabbage patch girl

had been busy with her phone

behing the counter and the

shoppers were too occupied with

their own rock star dreams

to care enough to say anything

either. I pulled a steel-bodied

guitar off the wall, sat on the

stool, and played some 30’s

ragtime and then some Lightning

Hopkins licks with my index and

middle fingers while my thumb

beat out a bass rhythm. No one

gave a glance and Cabbage

Patch behind the counter

thinking no one was looking,

bent over and

shot a selfie of her fat

round ass.

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