he walked ramrod straight
a coat hanger still in his shirt
a face like some cowboy hero
he looked the part
walked the walk
talked the talk
but crumbled up with one punch
from Jimmy Johnson
over territorial rights to Margarita
Johnson picked him up
by the collar and belt
and deposited him in the gutter
another broken cowboy
at the end of his fistfight
at their OK Corral
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Leonard Durso 
You truly have a gift for painting portraits with your words! Love the first two lines….I can see him walking right now!
Thank you, Lillian.
An old friend once said to me: “Ain’t no winners in a bar fight.” But sometimes, there’s no place else to go.
True enough, unfortunately.
Your ‘snapshot’ portraits of the friends from your youth are absolutely delightful. Thanks for sharing them . . .
Thank you, Peter.