Yo next sideburns

 


Yo next sideburns


    This event took place in a barroom late in an evening when cousin Kevin and Greg were filling a couple of bar stools and sipping some suds. It was in a cozy tavern that was an easy walk from the Saturn street digs of Greg and the Bobcat. At any rate, as is the case in bars near midnight drunken behavior is common and inhibitions have virtually disappeared with the help of alcohol. A jukebox played some modern day tunes and embibers became emboldened to the point of friskyness. There was an older gal of 40 dragging gents onto an impromptu dance floor where they reluctantly mangled the art of leg shaking whether they liked it or not. The two cousins grew uncomfortable at the possibility of them being beckoned into a whirl into the light not so fantastic as they stared down at their glasses and possibly a burning winston in an ash try within reach. There was an older and obviously wiser gentleman of color sitting next to the boys and he gave them a chilling warning of "yo next sideburns!" This comment has lived on with another meaning for probably 50 years and came to mean any event you dreaded but could not avoid. This might include baldness, getting a colonoscopy, having teeth pulled, being vaccinated or the one certain "next" of them all...death. When we talked about the grim reaper taking away our friends and family we would say to eachother "yo next sideburns" Unfortunately, my dear old pal was the man with the sideburns and you can guess who may be next, next.




    

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