At which I crash through a champagne fountain on my way to the dance floor to pry you from the oiled bronze arms of Mr. Right.
Dragged through a crowd of laughing cool kids, unbelievably attractive and rich, then pitched off the front porch into a big mud puddle by two hired goons.
Call them Truth and Beauty. Call them Karmic Justice and Just Desserts. My face is bleeding. My suit is ruined. My boutonnière is crushed.
But it must be our song has just come on the record player, he way you gyrate wildly in the picture window, some divinity or other working your hips.
Tim Krcmarik is a 16-year Captain with the Austin Fire Department. He lives in Austin, Texas with his wife, son, and pup.
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