Danny and Me

Alright folks, I’ve been letting Danny do all the talking up to this point, but now it’s my turn. I’m Andrew Joyce and I can talk for myself.

Yeah, I admit that Danny is a better writer than I am, but so what, he’s only a dog and I am his Lord and Master.

“HEY … HEY …HEY … It’s me … Danny! No one is my Lord and Master.”

“Please Danny … I know this is your blog … but you have been talkin’ about me and I think it’s time I set the record straight.”

“The record is straight asshole, you’re a friggin’ drunk and I do all the writing for you and you take all the credit. Now … this is my blog so get lost.”

“Danny, please let me say something to the fine people who read your blog, all two of ’em'”

“Was that a crack?’

“Whatever.”

“Whatever yourself! Okay … just this once you may have the floor, so to speak. And you better say what you have to say now because it’s your only shot.”

“Thank you Danny”.

It’s me, Andrew … I like Danny, but sometimes he can be a bit much. So, where was I? Oh yeah, I wanted to tell you that I’m not such a fuck up as Danny portrays in his blog. Well, maybe I am, but that is beside the point. Now that I have your attention, I’m a little tongue-tied, but I’ll say what I have to say.

I want to tell you of someone. I am, as Danny is always saying, a loser. But I hang on because there is one woman who believes in me. She believes in angles and she believes in me. She believes in losers and she believes in me.

She believes in me.

Her name is Suzanne and she is a beauty. She motivates me to get up in the morning … she sustains me throughout the day, and she puts me into my bed at night with a smile upon my face. She is everything good … she is everything.

That’s all I wanted to say. Danny is breathing down my neck to get off, so I’ll give him back his blog.