His
Manners Weren’t Bedside
He was either
out of order or
he wrote “Out
of Order” – I
don't really
recall. Do
you?
“In the old
days, that
would have
been so new
age,” we coughed
until we almost
chucked.
But what
we did was
chuckle, certain
that we were
being extra
shallow, that
it wasn’t just
a case of our
vertigo again.
“Nixon never
said that, you
idiot! I did.”
Back and forth
through time it
went. Until that
damned...hover
board, what
was it?
You swore that
it suited me. I ass
umed, all-too-app
ropriately, as it
turned out, that
it’d kill me soon
enough. “And
well,” we
cracked in sheer
simultaneity,
“at that time,
we had yet to be
come suicidal in
the slightest.”
