Future me
Hates present me
No matter how much I apologize
beforehand
(he'll understand)
Every goddamn time.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Summer Cruise
The pool room on the Titanic was a din
of excitement as I walked in. Keith Richards, dressed in swim trunks
and leather vest, did his best to adhere to the sensibilities of the
time.
He smiled as he handed me a rounded
crystal bottle of wine. He then playfully slapped me on the back and
did a poor cannonball into the full pool.
Knowing Keith's history, I kept the
lip of the bottle far away from my lips as I poured directly into my
mouth. I missed badly, with most of the wine splashing wildly on my
shirt.
“Not bad.” I thought to myself as
a rash developed on my chest.
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