What About Love

Abstract

A knock on my door interrupts my thoughts. I have to get up from my desk because I locked the door to keep undesirables out. "Hey dude! Is Jack Around?" Derick Border said. Great, I think an undesirable. I say, "No, I have no idea where he's at. What's up?" "Well,ljustlaid Debby, and I really want to get basted. Yes, the great god of all Vwas with my this fine evening. Since Jack's out do you want to get basted with me?" "No." "Well, it looks like I'll have to partake of the great bowl myself. Can I light up in here?" "Ya, I guess. Go over by the window and turn the fan on." "Hey, everything's cool," Derick says as he turns the fan on and sits his greasy self on Jack's clean, well made bed. He looks like he hasn't showered in a week-his blonde hair is an oil packet mat, he has a scruffy beard, and he smells like a wet dog. Good thing he is sitting over by the window. I'll have to whip out the "Fresh Scent Lysol" after he leaves. I sit down on the cheap easy chair and look at Derick.