Destine to never meet, and yet –
here we are again, you there and me here.
What’s to become of us? We eat
different foods, go to different places.
We have none of the same friends.
Unless, of course, you know Larry.
Larry’s the one always in trouble. If there is something broken, odds are, he
broke it. If something stupid was said,
trust me - it was him. And he knows
everyone, done everything. You can’t
tell him anything. Larry’s always the
expert.
I think Larry was always destined
to be a salesman. Not a good one, but a
salesman none the less. I know he tried
everything from used cars to cleaning products.
He always told you what you wanted to hear. The truth could have snuck up and bit him
before he ever recognized it. I’m not
sure that’s a real saying, I just know he wasn’t very familiar with the truth.
How did you get me talking about
him, anyway? When you think about it, he’s
not that nice of a person. Many walk the
other way when they see him coming. He
doesn’t really bother me. I just start
telling him about my blog, and I can see this glazed look come over him, and he
starts giving me excuses why he can’t stay.
He has this pressing appointment he must get to.
“OK, I’ll see you later.”
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