Danny, Chris, The Dooch

One falls into friendship like tripping on the curb. All of a sudden it's there, and when you look back, it's been there all along, you just hadn't tripped on it yet. Of course, sometimes there's all that sludge in the gutter. You gotta watch out for that. These three are friends of different degrees. There is this whole relationship circle scheme people try and push every now and then, but diagrams rarely help and damn if that curb just doesn't keep going.

Reconstituted Drunken Debates & an Even More Topical Retort

2 comments:

Handy said...

who's chris anyway? he remembered me but not i him.

Anonymous said...

Honestly, I don't know. Just some guy who started talking to me on the street, just rambling on about his strawberry garden. The dude was straight weird, I tell you what...

Either way, I found it interesting that he gave you that secret handshake. What was that all about?