Date: December 31st, 2020 5:21 PM
Author: gaped swollen national private investor
Everyone’s legs crossed but knees brought up towards their chest, hugged by their arms, the balding middle aged lawyers staring up in wonder, one by one giving their birthday gift of an earnest question:
“Any advice you would give a young parent?”
“Should you have done more for Israel?”
OldHLSDude’s maroon cardigan draped neatly over his shoulders, sitting comfortably in the oak rocker, patiently and happily answering each question one by one.
“...nope, smoking wasn’t for me...”
“...and a nickel and a dime for a sodie pop too...”
“...only 5% gay, we all probably are...”
The great hearth behind Hitler Did Nothing Wrong and “””””””””” crackled gently with auburn flames, breathing soft, warm life into the gray December afternoon, single candles atop the chests and cabinets lining tartan walls, the dialogue intermittently broken by a lone “Thank You” and “180,” which would chatter into a quick broken chorus of the same.