Short Story: Blues Malady
Monday morning. He puts on his favourite Joe Bonamassa tee-shirt and kicks the cat. And after that he knows it’s gonna be a beautiful day. The very best day to have the blues. He’s paid his dues, and enough taxes too. He starts to whistle. But there’s no tune. No worries about that. And fuck he’s great. Have no doubt about that.
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