i 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.