8 INCHES ON THE BAR

By

Michael Edwin Q.

I was sitting in a bar downtown with my good friend, Albert Fish (Google the name), when a man sat down on the stool next to me. He had a sack at his side. He reached in and pulled out a small toy piano and placed it on the bar. Then he reached in and took out a little man who began to play the piano.

“What’s up, man?” asked Albert. “Where’d you get the little dude?”

I found a magic lamp on the beach. When I rubbed it, a genie appeared. He granted me one wish.”

“Only one wish,” said Albert. “…bummer.”

“You’re tellin’ me,” said the man.

“So, what did you ask for?” I asked.

“An eight inch pianist.”

“Bad choice of words, dude,” laughed Albert as he spilled his drink.

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