It felt good to strip down to my Juicy suit in the warm West Palm night. We waded in the water. He kept trying to glide towards me under the lamps light. 
We cracked our beers and came close enough for 'cheers'.
Common thieves. 
He had an eye on my prize. Unfortunate for him, I told him about the game. Distance widened in his eyes.  He was oblivioius that I had raised the stakes and got pissed that this wasnt a sure thing. But you know Brooklyn boys, always standing at thier mark.
He got left standing at the starting line that night.  Him and his stupid friends who tried to fire the starting gun. 
My mom answered the phone to a lost voice. She opened her door to the warm night to rescue me from my abandon. To hell with more sad stories of stupid men.
Swimming in pools and getting left for dead. This will be the last of them, no more to be read.