- “Would you like another round? I’m buying.” Ruben offered.
- “That would be most welcome, my friend. I am sixty dollars short. You have no idea what I went through last night. Talk about disastrous dates.” Mark said while shaking his head.
- “OK, what now. It seems you have a propensity to exaggerate Mark.”
- “Nope, not this time. Let’s just say besides a lack of chemistry, this chick helped herself to my cash. She must be a pick pocket pro.” Mark said with an air of someone weary of life itself.
- “No need for details buddy. Times are tough. That will fill up her tank of gas at least. Hey, when gasoline hits close to seven dollars come around the 4Th of July, you can start meeting girls on the Metro. Why don’t you just print out some personal cards with your e-mail, picture, and telephone?” Ruben said.
- “Sure, that’s an idea; one may cop a feel on the bus too, as packed as sardines as they will get by then.” Mark said.
- “That is what I like about you. Always looking for advancement. You might feel if their boobs are real, silicone, or padded. OK, on a serious note, are you going to vote for the democratic Presidential nominee? I know you were rooting for Hillary.” Ruben said.
- “It’s not that I don’t like Obama – he is a great guy. It’s just that he is a smooth talker, a good salesman. The way this world is going to shit, what is needed is someone with the experience and guts to salvage a sinking ship. But you know what? As I was listening to both speak Tuesday night, I had a gut feeling that Hillary should push for V.P nomination.” Mark said.
- “You mean she should be thankful for leftovers?” Ruben asked.
- “No, given the nature of the beast, if history repeats itself, she might have the chance to become President – by default.”
- “You’re sick man, how can you even say that.”
- “Or think that? What about 9/11, do you think anyone even would think about that ever happening? Could you even entertain the idea that it was orchestrated to shake our foundation to the very core for ulterior motives, not just those obviously presented at face value?
In this hostile climate, what would drive undiluted stark terror in the heart of every man, woman, and child? Not like it hasn’t happened in the past – or blamed on someone else.
Besides, who will ever again want to initiate another war given the fucked up current fiasco? They need to sell weapons you know. Don't you think those motherfuckers are making a killing with this war? Literally and figuratively.” Mark said.
- "I think you’ve had too much to drink already buddy. I am not buying the next round.” Ruben said as he stood up from the bar stool.
To be continued…
