Normal friends
“That picture on the Internet? I was just helping that sheep over a fence!”
(Aura Camera Guy – dinner quote)
It all started with some food after we were done. I kept looking for that one Capricorn to circle back around but near as I could tell, she’d split. Way it goes, at the end of a long day at work.
We’d all hopped over to Texas Land and Cattle for some dinner, after the show. I was – I feel wrongly – accused of being the last person doing readings.
My Virgo fishing buddy had dropped off some new hardware, a special piece of equipment for fishing, and I stepped out to the river’s edge to try it before the night got too cold. I could see one big feller lurking right near the shore, but the fancy worm didn’t attract his attention. The light line didn’t seem to spook him none, though.
I checked my notes, after I’d popped back into the trailer.
“Me and Pat, we’re like you’re normal friends, right? Except for me, of course.”
“I don’t mind that my daughter lives in trailer park in East Texas, I just wish they had a septic tank.”
So I’m wondering, do I really live in a normal world with normal friends?
