Whatever

I went to the wishing well today. I tossed in a quarter.

The wishing well said, “Yes, what is it?”

I said, “Well, I’d like a better bed. My current bed used to belong to a kid. My legs dangle over the edge. When I wake up in the morning, my legs complain that they got no sleep. I need to keep my legs happy. They take me places.”

The wishing well said, “Whatever…”

I said, “Is something wrong?”

The wishing well said, “You really want to know?”

I said, “Yes.”

The wishing well said, “You don’t need me. You can go buy another bed. It doesn’t require a wish. At least half the crap you ask for you don’t need to fall out of the sky into your lap. Seriously.”

I said, “Can I have my quarter back?”

The wishing well was silent. I walked back home. I thought about getting some contractor friends of mine to drain the well. I’d offer to split half the money with them.

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Brooks Takes His Time, my alternative folk album is now available at iTunes.