Wednesday, July 06, 2005

The bean opened the door, waved hi and sat down at the table. putting one arm over the back of the chair, he grabbed a bottle of whisky with his free hand, drinking deeply.
" so hows life?"
" ah, its alright i guess"
"gonna do any thinking tonight?"
" guess not..say, i havent seen you for a long time..how are things around here?"
" oh..not too well really, things are falling apart, especially this place..." he waves in random directions, clealry indicating the room.
" i see...guess thats my fault huh.."
" yeahhh..sure is"
" sigh, im trying..."
" no you're not."
with that, he finished his whisky and walked out of the room.






if anyone guesses the real meaning of this..im calling the cops.

posted by S @ Wednesday, July 06, 2005

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