Alright, so, perhaps I've given my old best friend, Brian, some undue press. We spent this afternoon goofing off, drinking coffee, listening to music, and being lazy. Brian and I reminded each other of some things we had forgotten. Me, the blueberry beer from the Gilded Otter in New Paltz. Brian, sitting together in the Hobbes class with Heath - but in all due fairness, Brian pointed out that we took a lot of classes together, so how could he recall which ones I was there for, and which ones I was not?
We both remembered the time we got the ticket in the old car, and we both agreed it had been a great day.
I said to Brian, "I wish you still had your old car...where is it, anyway? Is your brother-in-law still driving it around?"
"No," he laughed, "No, it dropped two cylinders and was beyond repair. It would have cost a couple thousand to fix it. It's probably been turned into scrap metal."
"Your old car was turned into scrap metal?! Oh no!" I…
We both remembered the time we got the ticket in the old car, and we both agreed it had been a great day.
I said to Brian, "I wish you still had your old car...where is it, anyway? Is your brother-in-law still driving it around?"
"No," he laughed, "No, it dropped two cylinders and was beyond repair. It would have cost a couple thousand to fix it. It's probably been turned into scrap metal."
"Your old car was turned into scrap metal?! Oh no!" I…