Tuesday, July 16, 2013


Hiding out at mom's. So to speak. She has air conditioning, I do not.
Mom was talking with sister about going to see a musical at the local theater. Sister screwed up her nose to it, said she refused to see anything that Sophia the Wannabe Socialite is in.

Me-:"She back in town? Thought she moved to Toronto?"

Mom-:"She's back for this play. Thought it would be nice."

Me-:"Why man?"

Sister-:"I don't want to talk about it. Don't want to think about it." she  gestured with her hand in a dismissive motion. "She's gone crazy. Like crazy crazy."

Me-:"She was crazy before she left."

Mom-:"Yeah but she's really turned out crazy. It's the group she's with."

Sister-:"Doesn't know what she wants, who she wants to be, or what she wants to be you know. Depends on the group she's hooked in with."

Me-:"That's rough man. But, totally for the better. Your friendship ending. Better for you man."

Sister-:"Man. Man. Okay man." she leaned towards me with wide eyes laughing. "Have you been watching Hunter S. Thompson movies again...man?" she laughed.

Me-:"Reading actually. Totally man, don't take any guff from those rat bastards! Fiends, Swine!"  I said in my best impression of Johnny Depp via Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

Sister-:"I actually liked Bill Murray in Where the Buffalo Roam. One of his better ones."

Mom-:"Now you both lost me."

Me-:"You say that like it's a bad thing?"

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