two mo’ enemies


I don’t have “game”.

I don’t know what to say most times.

When my daughter was little….maybe 3 or 4 years old…maybe younger…we went out in the little Datsun truck I used to own to run some errands.

We stopped at a used book store that I used to like to stop at, and Zoe was a big hit with the older ladies who ran it.

We visited with them…and they visited with me and with Zoe…and then we left.

I don’t even remember if we bought anything…but that’s really not the point of the story.

When we got home, Zoe gave Momma a hug, and then she told her, in a clear voice, “DADDY SURE LOVES THE LADIES.”


“What?” Jenny calmly said.

My mind was racing….what did I do? I didn’t do anything…I never do anything to blatantly give away my secret.

That’s not such a terrible secret, anyway.

It’s what you do with your powers that really define a life.

“Daddy likes to talk to the ladies at the bookstore” Zoe told her.

Whew…the ladies at the bookstore. The older safe ladies at the bookstore.

We got such a laugh out of that one.

I never had game…still don’t. I just like talking to people…male and female.

I guess that makes me some kind of “bi-conversationalist”.

Actually, I’ll talk to animals…probably a tree now and then…clouds….myself…so I guess that the true term might be “omni-conversationalist”.

It’s hard to define.

I was listening to the satellite radio the other day and this song came on….

“I Believe I’m Gonna Make It” Joe Tex

Now…this guy had it going on.

I don’t believe that I’ve ever heard “love” expressed like that.

You listen to the song….and be sure and listen to the part where he gets so excited that he jumps up out of the foxhole and “got me two more enemies”….

I never had a chance to say anything like that.

I never served in the military.

The Vietnam war ended when I was 15 years old.

When I was 15, I really didn’t have any game.

I wouldn’t have had a chance to pop up out of a foxhole when I was 15.

I’m glad that I missed that.

Now I don’t have any real enemies that I know of…..and I don’t think it would really be appropriate to pop up out of something and “get them” even if I did have some enemies.

I think that there’s laws about that.

I don’t think that I could do that even if I wanted to.

That was a different time and place.

But this song! I think that it’s pretty darn cool…and Joe Tex doesn’t have to get naked and swing on a big wrecking ball to get my attention, either.

All he had to do was pop up and get “two mo’ enemies” and I was hooked.

I guess that when the time comes to rise up, even the wrong, clumsy words can be the right ones.

That’s a good thing for me, I guess.

“Two mo’ enemies” would sure have made a big impression, though…but I’m glad I never had a chance to use that line.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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