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.


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

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