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- From: richh@netcom.com (richh)
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- Subject: RICHH & PAUL: TRUE STORY
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- Date: 21 Jul 92 20:14:23 GMT
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- TRUE STORY
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- I was tending bar at the Chestnut Street Bar & Grill in West
- Philly one Thursday night. There was a lull at the bar and I used
- the break to empty a case of whipped cream in the walk-in. When I
- came back up it was still slow so I told Drew to cover for me as I
- was heading outside to spark a doob and top off the nitrous buzz.
- I was unaware that someone else had overheard me. I came out
- from behind the bar, walked out and lit the joint in the parking
- lot. I took a deep drag and enjoyed the night air.
- "Hey, are you gonna pass that thing or what?"
- I turned and saw a young man I recognized from the bar.
- "Yeah, sure. Here you go." I passed it to him.
- One drag-- goodbye.
- "Rich!"
- "Paul. Got any more?" We got into my pinata and beat it.
- Barangus!
- "I can't believe it. Richie H, how long's it been for you?"
- "Since..?"
- "Yup. Since."
- "Long time."
- "Same."
- "Damn straight."
- "Uh huh."
- "Still tuna run dreep."
- I looked Rich over and couldn't believe it. It had been a
- cool decade since we'd been best friends in ninth grade and he
- still wore that same aviator cap, puka beads, and camp shorts(yup,
- safety key-ring and his mom had marked his name in Braille into the
- waistband. This itched him non-stop and he kept saying, "Damn you
- Edison.")
- "I've heard stories..."
- "Vague rumors!"
- "...about you...
- "Innuendo, calumny!"
- "...from your grandmother..."
- "Slander, lies!"
- "...on the high holidays."
- "Hogwash!"
- "Rich, Is it true you got arrested for taxidermy evasion?"
- "Naw, I took the rap for a travelling circus."
- "No shit. I did three to five at Hopscotch."
- "Isn't that..."
- "Yup, closed Mondays."
- "You live nearby? I get off in an hour."
- We returned to the bar and I sent over to Rich's table a
- myriad of primordial shots--heavy on esters and msg. Behind the
- bar, customers squealed for refills while Drew painted his nails
- the color of Somerset Maugham.
- The crowd was riled up so I called Rich over, handed him three
- dollar bills and told him to hit the jukebox. After hearing
- "Yakkety Yak" and "Cabaret" twelve times responsively, the crowd
- thinned and we closed early. I invited Rich back to my place.
- I was shacking up with a barmaid and her puppets. I mixed up
- a pitcher of evenfloe and warmed spoon bread.
- "Paul, tell me the mooseturd story again. That's the best."
- "Will you settle for the punch line?"
- "Yeah yeah yeah whatever whatever."
- "But it's good."
- "Har har, that *is* the best."
-
- a RICHH/Paul joint
- --every word is true I swear it
-