To: Impristine who wrote (299 ) 10/1/1998 10:45:00 PM From: Hubert Few Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 386
Impris....(may I call you less than pristine?) The other night when I had one of my monthly swearing-offs of being a parent and husband, I went up to a local Pub and sucked down some of the best beer you will ever drink (Sweetwater 420 Ale) made right here in the City Too Busy to Hate, from Chattahoochie river water sifted through the gills of tainted clams. (minutia...sorry) Point being, as I sat there staring at 5 TV sets featuring pointless contact sports of varying stupidity....taking in the velour warmth and fuzzy ambience of "male bonding" in progress (punctuated with various utterances like "Damn Man, did you see THAT?????") We're getting to the thick of it I promise... My accomodating waiter (probably an air guitarist of local fame) remarked thusly of my choice of "Nachos Supreme". "That dog will hunt" I rolled those words around in my brain in a similar fashion as that used to issue proper "tongue" to a good "barrel strength" bourbon. I reflected briefly on my life of 44 years...and I told him "Yep, that'll do it alright". And I smiled.....knowing whether or not I lived to be 100 or died in the next 2 minutes, mine has been a good life. If go out with $3,000,000 in my 401K due to my market prowess, or nary a pot to piss in, it matters little. It's like pussy (slang for a four legged animal of the feline variety) No matter how much you call that sucker, and how bad you long for it's company. If you don't have the proper "vibe" the only thing you will ever see is the hair it sheds on someone else's couch, and that incessant whinning.... Words to live by, over and out!