Sunday, March 7, 2010
My Ex-Friend
I was at my favorite public drinking establishment last night enjoying some anti-Time beverages with some friends when I made some callous joke about a fellow patron. We burst into hysteric laughter at the poor soul's expense. When we finally regained composure, my then-friend remarked: "Ah, good times, good times." My good humor was shot dead. I got up and walked out without another word. How could I be friends with someone who openly praised time?
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