Never Happened

He lied. Clueless, he was but true, thanks to alcohol. Evidence abundant. The lesson learned that next morning: Blood thicker than water.

I saw him exit the car, run to someone’s house, pound on their door, then drive away. Saw my friend by the light of the porch. I heard him, his signature woop, I saw the vehicle, the mangled back bumper. There was no doubt.

Later, unprompted, another asked, “was Tony drinking?”