Portrait of a Man.....

So it’s beautiful out, right. I got on the lavender button down oxford, sleeves rolled to about mid forearm. Navy sleeveless sweatervest, lightweight tan chinos, money brown loafers, sans socks. Fresh shave, fresh cut by Darvin. The sun is shining, I’m out in the field, just completed another successful intervention with a high risk family. I’m driving back to the office in one of the lovely government vehicles. Windows are down, music is loud. Look good, feel good. Fugees are on the radio, Killin ‘em Softly, I’m gladly singing along. Sun still shining, I pull up to a red light. Here it comes, I’m waiting, feeling great. LBoogie, take ‘em to the bridge…. Man I hit that thing: “whooooooooooooa-ohhhh-ohhh, whoooooooahh-oohhhh-oohhh-ohhh-ohh-oohhh”. Top of my lungs, right, still at the red light. I happen to look at the car next to me…

Quarter-ton Ford, dirty as hell, full contractor get up in the bed: ladders, shovels, drywall, fast food bags, etc. Windows down, four burly dudes, red faces, camo hats, unshaven, Oakleys, stained white tee’s mean muggin’ your boy something fierce. What does one do?
The split second (or less) of contemplating my manhood resulted in the following:

“Laaaaa-laaaa laaa-laaaaa laaa laaaaa-daaa, Whhooooooaaa ohhhhhh ohhhhhhh!!!”

Keep it gully, do you! (whaddup bobb-o).
The ghost (strumming your pain)