I was sent this piece by a fellow writer who asked if I would publish it here and do so anonymously, because, “the message is more important than selling a few books.” I’m inclined to agree.
A Conversation with a Friend
I was hanging out the other night at the Tiki Hut, minding my own business, when a voice behind me said, “Hey, man. What’s up?”
I should first explain that the Tiki Hut is an edifice at the marina where I live. The denizens of said marina congregate there on occasion to commune with one another. I, on the other hand, avoid it like the plague. It’s not that I don’t like people; it’s just that I don’t like being around people. But that particular evening, I had the place to myself.
I turned around, and standing there was this dude I had never seen before, although he did…
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Thank you for reblogging this, Zoe.