she asked me if ive ever been satisfied

te amoi said for like a year, two years?

she said, how about for two months?

she said youre like a shark always moving, but a nice shark, a toothless one.

i said you need no teeth to eat mrs jim’s beef.

she was all your jokes merely mask your pain can you ever be serious?

i will be serious for one drink, senior, tequila s’il vous plait.

what pain are you covering up, she asked looking straight in my eyes

an old xbi trick.

i said, i only have three sources of pain: the cubs, my regrets

and the fear of not becoming an ice cream man guy in Heaven.

she said i thought we said no jokes for one drink.

drink aint here yet, bb.

what do you regret. name one.

i regret not going to prague with my friends after college.

she said, well i can alleviate that weird black cloud.

whys it gotta be black?

she said, i can see into the past and you would have married a czech girl, knocked her up

and youd never have started the busblog.

i said, the world could have survived without one more blog.

the drinks arrived, we clinked, we shot and she said

yeah but you wouldnt have.