Posted on December 1, 2009


for booger who had the idea.

two_mentwo writers sat down for a meal, carefully avoiding any talk of their art. they shared stories of their wives and children. of cars to let loose on the fast lane. of tech gadgets to play with as only boys play, exploring all keys and functions. they mentioned their fathers in passing and how similar they had become to them. they had a laugh, and when the pretty waitress with the blond hair bun and the wide swinging hips appeared at their table, they flirted a little in tandem, kicking gallantries back and forth until the maiden culled one and appointed a winner of their innocent game, which made their three hearts beat faster for a bit and the food that showed up on their table the better. all the while, as they were enjoying a full glass of friendship, they were secretly spinning yarns like giddy spiders. when they parted, with a manly handshake and a hug for the road, each had a good tale to tell.


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