Dom the Entertainer stares at me from his business card.
That cocky smile, the popped collar and suit.
Small town wedding singer.
Excuse me, Wedding Entertainer.
Pity or Hate? I waffle.
Long term guest comes in.
A drunk, a philanderer.
Looks like the even eyed twin brother of Sloth.
More tales of his awesomeness,
of all the money he'll make.
He finally stumbles back to his room
chuckling dollar signs.
I break down and check Dom's website.
I settle on pity, wish his little dream luck.
Maybe something will come up.