Montana Jones

Montana n: A state of the northwest United States bordering on Canada. Admitted as the 41st state in 1889. The fourth largest state in the union, it includes vast prairies and numerous majestic mountain ranges.
Syn: Treasure State, Big Sky Country, Last Best Place.

Jones n: slang. An addiction or very deep craving.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Catching up

F_:
So I saw H_ not so long ago.
Me:
And how is H_?
F_:
He's gotten big dude. He has big ol' jowls now.
Me:
Yeah, well, yeah, well...
F_:
Anyway I think me and him are gonna go fishing together this summer. Now that I have that popup camper and all.
Me:
Cool, tell him I say hi.
F_:
And have you heard about D_?
Me:
No.
F_:
Well apparently he got married and the girl has his kid.
Me:
Hmmm. One of those things surprises me and the other does not.
F_:
He thinks it's his kid anyway. I guess it was born before the wedding.
Me:
And D_ still married her?
F_:
I guess the girl has a chance to go off to Boston. Some big career opportunity thing. But D_ doesn't want to go. So she may just take the kid and leave him.
Me:
So let me get this straight. D_'s baby mommy, that he married...
F_:
Supposedly.
Me:
...has a chance to move up in the world and improve on life, and D_ doesn't want to join her, not even for the kid that he got hitched over.
F_:
Yeah. That's about it.
Me:
Dude, whatever history I have with D_, I wrote him off long ago. He is not good people. He is not worth spending time with.
F_:
Oh, totally. I still hear from him about once every year or two. Usually when he is drunk and broke and needing something.
Me:
And his kid is going to grow up just like him. We know this because he grew up just like his father.
F_:
Not if she ditches his ass and goes to Boston.
Me:
You know, the interesting thing here is not D_ or the kid, but the mother. What sort of person would consent to marry him? Or admit to spawning his offspring? That is one human being I would be curious to meet.

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Comments:
(ok I tried to post this last night, but dial up failed me)

OMG you rock! I just noticed that your tag line changes every time I visit. Brilliant!

Now as to the post, you are right on. They say we marry our own level of function or disfunction. Scary!
 
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