21:35 • Dinner?

Billy and Useless McGyver’s here and I’ve suddenly started an entire argument about dinner. “I didn’t come here to eat Greek food.” “Kenny, you’re raining on my parade.” “All I saw was some yellow markings on top of red and I thought: Communist.” “Do they have food?”

Billy has a way with words.

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21:48 • Dinner.

Billy’s just made me an offer I can’t refuse, promising Hexen Käfig to be different with him there.

We’ll see.

Tune in folks later for the casualty report.

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23:35 • Post-Dinner

Useless McGyver had Gulaschsuppe, Billy and J-Dawg Käsespätzle, and I merely a Weißbier. Heard interesting things about movies made by Billy and Mikey back in the days of yore. Titles like “Julius In Space” and “Julius Undercover” does nothing but pigue one’s interest.

Really.

This is Mike trying to have a conversation with me, by the way:

“Do you know what sucks?”

“My life?”

“… Obviously. But do you know what else sucks?”

“My future?”

“Right. Why don’t I tell you what sucks? What really sucks is tearing your toenail off, you can’t really tear off, so all you have left is this jagged bit left and all you can do is wear your socks and it catches on it and and meanwhile you’re tearing all your socks for a month and it sucks. I’m gonna assume by your nodding that you’re paying attention to me.”

It’s a strange day when J-Dawg’s the one who does all the talking.

Now we’re looking at old photos. The good ol’ daze. Yeah. Makes me sentimental. Dinners at my place. Skiing and drinking and everything that makes you smile. It’s all coming back to me now. It’s all wonderful. I’m amazed, but I’ve a smile on my face right now. It’s all worthwhile, but I guess you have to go back one day, to leave this, for all of this to make any sense, to mean anything. I’ve got to let go.

You guys, you know who you are, mean so much to me. We did so much together. Some of us will forget this, but hopefully not all of us.

We’ll always have Paris, kid.

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