Just kill me already

I tried to argue as he wrote me the ticket.

I told the police officer that it wasn’t my fault. I was just driving drunk.

They always pick on me.

But he wouldnt buy it.

“You old farts are always ‘I just slipped off the rail’ or ‘not my fault there was too many pills in the bottle’. But i seen it all before”. He says, closing the sitation book.

He hands me the slip.

“Pay the fine, and don’t mess about. You know the rules. Next time I see you with a broken spine or a ruptured lung I’m taking you in, Buddy ” .

And he drove off.

I wobbled home. The medication will kick in soon. I’ll be just another old fart again, and not a dead old fart.

When I walk by the Johnson’s, I see Henry jogging.

JOGGING!

Who is he kidding?! I saw him with his head up the stove the day before.

I want to know what fine did he get?!

Or maybe he’s trying to pull off a massive embolism or something?!...

Might as well do a Benjamin Franklin and try to fly a kite with all the good it will do ya...

Well, better go to the post office and pay the fine. Maybe I’ll get lucky...