Saturday, February 25, 2006

There is no way those are real

There is an HBO original series on. The show revolves around a small working class port town, I believe in England. Or Norway. There are three girls in their mid twenties, who are close friends and seem to be the focus of the series. One of the girls is particularly blonde, has a veracious sweet tooth, a penchant for bocce, and every week she questions and tests her sexual identity. There is an 18 year old boy, who is quite fond of red Adidas jogging suits. He is trying to find his way out of this sleepy little hamlet, and is counter balanced by a 50-ish year old rugged man who has just returned to his boyhood home after having spent some time in the Australian navy.

Dave is sitting on the edge of the couch and apparently something has really made him angry. He has worked himself into such a lather he has become a non-functioning heap of steam, facial tics, and the occasional potty word. I'm not quite sure about all the details. I do know that at some point he was holding his cell phone wrapped in a handkerchief, and poking the air near me. He was hissing something about his friend Fisher and a bar called the Royal Inn.

I made all of this up. There is no HBO series, I don't even know if Dave has a friend named Fisher, and, as Dave is 3000 miles away, for all I know he is as happy as a pig in shit.

I have cancer. Have I mentioned that? It sucks.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

For what it's worth, Dave is covered in bruises from rolling around on stage with me and a Svenhardt's Berry Horn danish. It was a particularly violent danish. Thank gog it wasn't a cheese horn. That would just be trite.

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