at dinner tonight a young man told a story. an interesting, although slightly standard, tale of cops and drugs. the typical elements were present: associate taking a rap, someone getting off, random family connections. the problem with the story was the length. dinner service was postponed as the young man continually repeated the itemized lists of illicit substances in the back of the datsun pickup. the intermission occurred while everyone sat down. as the story bled into dinner entire plates, possibly seconds, were consumed as he continued. the young man finished, but left out a obviously dangling part of the tale - what happened to the guy who was led off in handcuffs. once asked to clarify, he said "oh, the story gets really good from there." most of us shuddered thinking coffee would be cold by the time the second part of the second movement would finish. as he finally wrapped up he glanced around, paused for the moral of the story and said "to make a long story short."
2 comments:
time, and our perception of it, is relative... nevertheless sometimes someone has to be slapped upside the head.
was he a cancer?
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