happy fuck.
strictly business
i saw tommy davidson at the grocery store.
he had short, gray hair
and reading glasses being supported,
just barely,
by the tip of his nose.
he kept repeating
“it was the big one, nigga”
into his cell phone.
again: “it was the big one, nigga.”
i wanted to let him know what a huge fan i was,
but i’m pretty sure his response
would’ve been
“what?”