I’ll
shoot the shit with you and sympathize with you and see your side of the story
and invest a minute piece of my life into the going-ons of your life, but let’s
call it as it is: a friend for hire. If
you’re feeling political, or curious about all things fairy, or maybe
questioning whether there is a G-d, then the contract is off. I may be positioned between you and the
half-empty bottles of fire water behind me, but there are limits to the
degradation that I will subject myself to, but I won’t tell you that, I’ll just
smile, pause briefly and take me leave to walk a lap around the kitchen. I control the interaction because I am
standing and pour the libations. Tip
your bartender or the next one you meet will see it on your face.
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