Dribbling Proud.

That is the total sum of it isn't it,  Dribbling?

We come into this life Dribbling We leave Dribbling, But everybody knows better in between.

I was remembering Old Man Dan... I think he was like 80... he was a Dribbler....

My buddy and I were down at the old closed park off the End of the bridge on the Ocean there near Bahia Honda... drinking Red Wine and burning Steaks... talking filthy shit.......

and...... up come from the Shoreline   Old Dribbling Dan... he had piss on his pants.......

We started talking up on Cuba... the 3 of us, Dan had been across on several forays himself... as we have, in search of younger women... to nurse aging cod and here he was on this day before us.... having just dribbled, all over his pants his zipper was down.... seems he had forgotten... and who cares?

In Jest I suggested... hey Dan you can pay my way over for a trip to the Island of  Ripe forbidden fruits... on the heavy laden Mango trees........I can be your body guard and cover your back.

HELL no... his  response.........  well ! excuse me for my proposal... go get your crappy ass beat down into the ground then and   why the hell not?  your going to be dead soon anyhow?.... of course non of us are going to die, don't you know?

Think about that next time your pissing in an old Gatorade bottle... well at least you guys that is, waiting for the last of the dribble to come out gravity feed.

Old Dribbling Dan....  with Piss on the front of his pants.....  I am running up your heels... buddy.

Dribbling Proud.