another thursday
Walter and I were hanging out at the Irish pub having a few drinks and watching some friends play their gig. I was getting pretty close to drunk after a number of beers and assorted shots of Jager.Some girls next to us told me I looked like their friend Bill and wanted to know if I would come to their party on Saturday, but I told them I had plans. I resisted the urge to say "Besides, I know Bill and he's an asshole."
"Don't look now," Walter said, leaning over, "But there's a fat man in the other room."
He was right, there was.
Another Thursday went by pleasantly, and I have no reason to believe that there won't be many more like it to come.
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