You’re a solipsist.

    Again

Yeah again.

For the hunredth time

                        Somehow you think youre insulting me

Someone motherfucker  Correction

                                         Everyone

Someone who holds only their opinion counts Only their mind is certain to exist Their thoughts feelings sensations confirm that

Everybodys on the spectrum

So while you sit across from me accuse me of being a solipsist

                                                                   Backatcha

Ya disagree

I’ll agree, however, not to the extent you are.

Its a spectrum

We coud tossup a couple few more ifya like

Spectrums?

Ja

     We agree thas whawere talkin about

We are.

You agree

             Say it

I said we were.

Were wha

    In agreement.

Progress

Youre not as assertive as I

No. Definitely not.

Spectrum

            Youre not as aggressive

No.

People got to like you

I wouldn’t say that.

Don have to  I did

Not as assured

You’re the absolutist. I’m not.

I really gotta drag out tha tired oldfuckin proof

                                                   Anya know I was shit with proofs in geometry

Coud toss reason versus abstract

Youre reasonable Im abstract

Proof

What proof?

Youd absolutely not have sex with a man

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1426,  Thursday – ffuull Buck moon,  10  7. 25

I did my time may have been ominous if he hadnt had to repeat himself

                                                                  Yanever even dipped a toe in

Anya know why

    Because you had boys

Ya letem skate

                  Boys will be boys

 

What do you mean you did your time?

Man ignoring the obvious   The overt distinct fuckindifference

Careful careful, seem to be getting’ a little hot under the collar, brother.

Ja  Why

         Woudnt if we havent returned to this againanagain  Yathink youre blameless

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Thas damning

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Some kind of refrain

Refrain?

Repetition

Song  Poetry

                Cuz youre doin nothing but singin a tired old bit

You answer me an . .

. . Youll answer me  Yawont   Havent before

                                                   Ya shrug but shrugging explains nuthin

I did my time

My girls high school involvement was nuts

                                             I supported them seven years They were asya know in AP classes honor classes student government three sport athletes

    Tha happens for no one if their parents don have their backs  Werent committed

I shoudve been committed

Seven years gonesnapped his finger sharply

Girls

Boys

That’s not true. I coached when I could.

Coud

That’s what I said.

Coud aint a commitment

                           Committed theres no excusenot a fuckinone for not showingup

I showed

I was committed to my girls

                               We were committed

You  Laissez-faire

                     Minimal intervention  markets operating with little or no regulation

Sounds like you

                  Together with your wife

    Betcha feel good getting’ that off your chest.

he laughed

              For the umpteenth time

You absorb nothing

I get your laissez-faireness

Unfortunate I have to explain overanover

                                                 I did my time

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he saw a rugby match years ago

doesnt know the game wouldnt follow it

a chosen ignorance

                     wasnt a sports fan in any meaningful way

followed pro football highlights Sundays via YouTube couldnt tolerate commercials to watch entire games the sole exception Super Bowl  Stanley Cup play-offs

    but he knew a guy who did who play a few college games before injured

his old man told him No more.

unlike him

              he listened to his old man

he did however follow a local team attended their matches

                                                               I drank beers and enjoyed the female fans.

When was that

After graduating college. I summered in Idaho then returned to begin my teacher’s credentials.

    I'd say twentytwo three, till almost thirty.

 

Rugby played in the Fall

Yes. In the Fall.

                  Our local team was awfully good.

So  A fan

I playe . .

. . Until No

No matter. I played.

                       I understood the game, the strategy.

Given your tendencies Id guess you held forth on the sidelines insinuated yourself told old war stories

    However limited

peeved I played.

                  I know the game. You don’t.

Nor do I care to

 

Strikes me you were there for the women

    Not just the women.

Hang out with players

No.

 

I understandif my memory serves me correct The female fans

                                                                  They had a nickname

They did.

Wasnt really flattering

                          Not very origina . .

. . It stuck.

You wanna tell me you had nothing to do with it youre an inveterate nicknamer

   Or

 

 

Or what?

The nickname wasnt a widely known

                                             It waswha you calledem

They were called ruggerhuggers.

                                    I thought it was pretty clever.

And

 

    And what?

Address my accusation

                          And because I always saydon leave people hangin on what they think I thought

Kinda crude

Ruggerhugger leans in towards carpet   Rug  I understand rugger rugby

Rug  Carpet

Carpet huggers

Carpet munchers

                   An Gawd blessem if rugby players go down  Although the as dictionaries would cite  thas crude vulgar offensive slang descriptive of lesbians which is a pile of horseshit because a woman going down on a woman may just have been curiosity

Ive known a lot of curious women

Theyve admitted it

Their just deserts

Favour was returned 

 

   The nickname wasnt widely known

Though you thought clever

Thaswha you calledem

                           They werent wearin emblazoned tshirts sweatshirt

Proudly

Ruggerhuggers

They wer . .

. . Youre fibbin

                he laughed   and his laughter went on and on and veered a tad toward hysterical as rugbys face darkened

fibbin was awfully preposterous

                                   he couldnt say hes ever used it before

had read it

not said it

hilarious

    the glowering grewwent on and on and on

obviously fomented by fib by formidable fuckin glee

Rugby walked off

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