Before I was anything else, I always wanted to be a writer. I told girls for years, "yeah, I am a writer". i didn't really do anything remotely like it but it was impressive, saying that I was always "working" on a short story or about to come up with the next best novel for a "life journey" book. I wasn't sure exactly what I was talking about, but neither did they and I said it confidently enough that they believed me.
After that, I went back to school to get my MBA. I don't know why, I just wanted to write. That's not what this story is about though. It is about a girl named Candy, a guy named Tim and another guy who went by Don. Don was from NYC but I still don't know if that was his real name.
Any way, one day... Candy, Tim and I decide we are going to the Gorge. The Gorge located in George, Washington. Tim liked Candy and for all I knew, she liked him. I felt like a third-wheel that had somehow got tricked into going. When I found out we had a fourth person, Don, I was thrilled. Then I met Don.
He was a yankees fan. First thing he said was, "do you like the Yankees?"
"I guess so" I said.
"yeah, they are fucking awesome, right.... this guy is cool, want to smoke some pot?"
Oddly what I turned from one stereotype into another in 30 seconds actually ended up being correct. Don was a party guy and that is what I needed. Unforuantely, for Candy, TIm and I... this would lead to a night of bad decisions.... especially for me.
Monday, September 7, 2009
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