Magic Tricks for the Blind

I blow smoke out of my mouth and watch the mirrorballs spin above me. I drink a glass from the bottle of wine the nicest family in the world gave me. Cheap and classless I thought as they walked in, and they showed me more love than I've had all week; I can be a real prick sometimes. They spanned three generations, children, children of children, and the children's children. The grandparents sat there so proud; so proud it made you cry. I did them proud too, I gave them an unforgettable time, experiences they will never have again, and they loved every minute. They took a picture, to capture the present, but their camera was like a gunshot, killing the moment. I go back and sink into my chair, more wine, more smoke. The nicest family in the world leave, I am sorry to see them go. As they leave, the granddad comes back and slips a twenty into my hand. You guys are never appreciated enough, he whispers, looking me in the eyes. As the evening went on I got slowly drunk, no-one came close to those guys, the pearls of my card tricks were guzzled by swine, and all the while I thought, us guys are never appreciated enough. Like I said, I can be a real prick sometimes.