Mr. Parfenix, my landlord, supervillain, bacon-lover, penny-pincher, Pigeon-Man, belongs to this super old-guy social club dedicated to old school gambling and turning the very air we breathe into cigarette smoke.
The pigeon club doesn’t have that many rules or regulations. To join you must prove that you are
1. OLD
2. GRUMPY
3. AN ALCOHOLIC
4. DRUNK
and 5. A PIGEON
They love to “play cards” but these are pigeon-guys. It’s either go fish or Uno over there.
Mr. Parfenix performs old Ella Fitzgerald jams over there on Monday nights (when there is literally no one in the place. Most of the time he’s not even there.)
Parfenix doing Ella jams?!?!?!!??
id pay to see that
It is true I do sing Ella jams. My favorite is Early Autumn. After all, nobody can write songs like Johnny Mercer.
Mr. P should perform that Johnny Mercer song that goes like this:
“Have mercy mercy, have mercy on me
Have mercy mercy, have mercy on me!”.
That would pack the joint.