the shit that comes out of his buddys mouth tickled him
have a coffeemeet give him a halfhour he steps in it
most recently he related a
conversation he either had with an old woman or had watched an interviewWHAT she was askedWHO
HE ASKED what she missed most of youth
wistfully he said she said she missed most breaking
into a runrunning for the joy of runningfeeling the air play in her
hair he
continued nodding even after he spoke
Yare lamenting
Lamenting? I’m not.
You are
I was not.
Gotta ask the old woman she have hair Maybe she misses her hair
Why would you ask that? I don’t
remember.
Yare lamentingyare a lamenter
No, I wasn’t. I'm not.
Im not entertaining a childs argument
with ya Yah-no yah-no Admit it The truth shall set you free
Alright, alright, so I lamented .
a bit . .
. . Horseshit I saw your faceheard it in your
voice You werent lamenting a bitmore than a bit yawere full out lamenting It was a fervent lamentation
It was a bit.
Don get terse
A bit really awright
Lets parse it in terms you love throwing around Gimme a percent a fraction ya enjoy
value judgments Evaluate your lamentation Quantify itbecause yare certainly in no
frame of mind to qualify it
I’m not.
Yawont
I'm not.
Awright
I don think there was an old
lady I think you were talking to
yourselfmusing to yourself in a mirror to your reflection in the microwave door
Yawere youngnow yare not yacant do wha ya did then Hang yer hat on itya did once
Please no remorse
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