Monday, 17 April 2017

Father and Son

'Papa, when will the pain end?'
'When we die, my Son.'
'Papa, please don't let the pain end.'
'That is what we call love son. At least we have the jazz music.'
'Yes, Papa, it soothes. And the dancing girls and cocaine aren't bad either.'
'Papa, our life is pretty good, isn't it?'
'Shut up my Son.'

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