It was thoughtful and raucous.
It was a comfortable mixture of the big and the small.
It was an impious communion.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Open the doors and see all the people
Last evening, our friend Stephen came over to drink our beers, eat our pizza, and smoke our cigarettes. Conversation was a broken-in shoe, and Sam patiently listened while Stephen and I talked about poetry for a while. Then the conversation turned to hating the Brewers, gossiping about people we know, and kicking around ideas about the future.
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hating the brewers? that doesn't sound impious to me! :-)
(eloquent post there K)
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