Piggy's.
6:00 A.M.
Rainy Monday.

Piggy had just opened his joint up.
He was all alone prepping for his
due-crew to show.

Oddly...a joker that he'd never met
stepped in..whistling Dixie.

Piggy.
"Mornin."

Joker.
"And the top of it to you, bar keep."

The joker parked his rear pockets
on a bar stool and propped his elbows
on the bar.

Piggy.
"What can I do ya for, Pal?"

Joker.
"Name's Al."

Piggy.
"Who ever. Whuz up, Al?"

Al.
"Well...for starters howz 'bout
flickin' on the boob tube."

Piggy scooped up the remote
and flicked the TV on.

Al...looking up at the TV.
"Cool. Now gimme a drink
before the fight starts."

Piggy.
"What cha drinkin' ?"

Al.
"What ever ya thinkin'."

Piggy skidded a drink across the bar.

"Here, a double shot.
Best stuff I got.
You might like THIS."

Al.
"I'll like it...
as long as it ain't...eh...WATER."

Al gulped the double down
with one thirsty guzzle.

Wow! Piggy thought,
he should be wearing a muzzle.

A foxy blonde walked in.

AL.
"Hey, good lookin'. What cha got cookin'?
Bar keep...gimme another drink
before the fight starts.
And give blondie one too.
So we can combine hearts."

Piggy.
"Comin' right at cha
My thirsty brother.
Double trouble just like the other,"

Al sat there quenching his thirst.
He swallowed ten more down quicker
than the first.

All them doubles that Al just had,
Had him feeling kind of woozy
And his head was bad,

Al. With a slur and hick-ups.

"Gimme another drink
Before the fight starts."

Piggy. Frustrated and agitated,

"When does the fight start?
What's this...some kind of joke?"

Al.
"The fight's gonna' start...
WHEN YOU FIND OUT I'M BROKE."