Friday, November 14, 2008

Untitled - Part 28

So far.

Twenty-eighth

“It’s a nice day at least,” said Mike.

Ray drove.

“The sun’s out. It’s plenty warm. Wish I didn’t have to work.”

“What else would you do?” asked Ray.

“Golf, maybe.”

“When did you start that?”

“I haven’t. I want to.”

“Golf?”

Mike shrugged. “I like hitting things.”

Ray laughed.

8 comments:

Jennifer said...

Don't be surprised, Snag, when your blog readers start to congregate around your front door, demanding the rest of the STORY!!! We'll be there with torches and it won't be pretty. Could you possibly pony up with just a little more at a time? Hmmm?? I'm not getting any younger.

rotten mcdonald said...

J, I don't think this is going to resolve. We'll just keep showing up for more weird conversations...

At least Brando's story involved pants-dropping and jail. I would expect at least that from Snag.

Snag said...

O ye of little faith.

And why would I write about pants-dropping and jail when I can live it instead?

rotten mcdonald said...

Because we can't SEE it, friend.

rotten mcdonald said...

Little faith?

Dude, I'm an atheist.

rotten mcdonald said...

A Jagermeister-drinking atheist.

Snag said...

Dude, I'm a [Jagermeister-drinking] atheist.

Who's not?

Jennifer said...

At least Brando's story involved pants-dropping and jail.

I was going to say, Snag's probably saying, "Been there, done that...".