One morning I awoke
And there on the foot of my bed
Sat a man of no more than a foot in height
He sat there smiling at me
And I rubbed my eyes
I had drank
no less
than twenty beers the night before
I was sweating and my breathing was hard
Heavy, no less than two packs of cigarettes
Along with the beer and some shots of vodka
A couple of pills
My lungs burned
I couldn’t feel my left leg
So here was this little man, smiling
He motioned with his hand for me to come near him
I rubbed my eyes once more
And he spoke to me
“Do you want to know a secret? ”
I could barely hear his tiny voice
He motioned again.
I sat up slowly and pushed the blankets to the side
And moved to him
I turned my head to the side
My ear to him
He balled up his fist and punched me right in my temple
It hurt like hell
I said “Why the hell did you hit me? ”
He said, “Because you don’t listen.”
“I just bent in to hear you and you hit me. I could smash you right now, you know? ”