Lucky
Before my
husband and I were married,
he bunked with
a Mexican man
named Otullio
Lucero,
who owned a
small RV.
He went by “Lucky”.
Every morning,
before Lucky got out of bed,
he would reach
over, pour himself a cup of coffee,
open the
refrigerator, grab a jalapeno pepper
and take a bite
and a swig of his coffee.
He never got
heartburn.
Maybe that’s
why they called him Lucky.
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