Fink

Joey Fink, by Derek James Hamilton. I was asked by Mr. Fink to write his "about me" section. Fink and I are brothers. Burton's Brothers. The Bible writes that the first sign of the apocolypse is if either Joey or my car is not in the Burton's parking lot. I was pondering the relationship that Joey and I share as I was carrying, PHYSICALLY CARRYING, him from Stardust to Burton's the other day. The people at Wildsides did mock, but I earmuffed Joey to shield their verbal daggers. My brother had a few too many, and he would do the same for me. Joey is a Rockstar. Joey is ahead of his time, but behind on his rent. Joey is the 2nd best Buckhunter in Orlando. Joey's drunken swaying has the timing of a metronome. Joey is from Kansas, but we won't hold that against him. Joey owns a Waffle House visor and has never worked at a Waffle House. Joey has a dog named Betty Lou who farts a lot, or maybe he just blames her. Joey owes me at least 40 bucks for the tab I picked up Saturday. Joey delivers happiness for a living. Joey once got busy in a Burger King bathroom. Joey is a friend. Thank you for being a friend. You've traveled down the road and back again. Your heart is true. You're a pal and a confidant. And if you threw a party, you invited everyone you knew. You would see the biggest gift would be from me and the card attached would say thank you for being a friend. Keep living Fink-style!