| | Drunk Guy calls me most weekends, one-wording his salutation with the boisterous joy of a smashed couch potato who has just scored a vicarious touchdown, "BUD?!" I pause a moment, counterpoint his brief yet memorable overture with a quiet, "No, there's no Bud here." My name is Nate, Drunk Guy, and I am not your chum. Rejected in quite plain English, he still manages to hope, if in a more tentative voice, " . . . Bud?" Um, no. Still not Bud. "No, man. This is Nate. There is no Bud." Get with it, man. If you keep this up, I'm gonna start messing with you. I'll answer your "Bud?" with only "weis" and "er." I'll do it.
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| | Posted 9/15/2007 8:52 PM - 40 Views - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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