FRIDAY, january 4, 2019
O THERE I WAS, JUST MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS, when today's guy—a dead ringer for Kris Evans—hops off his motorcycle and asks, "Hey, man, you need a ride?"
Of course I did. But I had to play it all cool and suave, you know. I don't just hop on any mode of transportation, and wrap my arms around just any muscular torso. I mean, I'm not easy.
I'm not I'm not I'm not.
Thehad already opened up his black and orange jacket, ostensibly so I could see all those mounds. Of stuff.
But I wanted more. "Um... I might need a ride... if you take off that jacket." I bit my lower lip and swept my pointed-toe back and forth in the gravel while I stared at him.
Long story short, we rode out of town and grabbed some dinner in some random diner. Where we had a really nice meal. Of course after we ate, we had "dessert" (as they call it) on the table in our booth. Right there in front of God and all the patrons.
So yeah. This year is starting off just fine.
Except for this next paragraph:
Daryl Dragon, the other half of the Captain & Tennille died this week. The astute, longtimeprolly already has a hint as to the age of your , but in case anyone was wondering, the fact that I'm mentioning Mr. Dragon's passing should remove all doubt as to my decade of "emergence."
I hope Love Will Keep Us Together in 2019. Stick around and let's have some fun!
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