Tuesday, August 14, 2012

IT'S THERAPEUTIC!

The Egg informed us that he had been approached by Grilled Pepper. Now, to make sense of that sentence, you have to know that these are nicknames of two smokers who congregate at The Wall around the middle of the day.
Among the listeners were Left Testicle, Seeing Eye, and The Unknown Walrus.
Plus Harry.
Grilled Pepper had told The Egg, while 'allegedly' touching him inappropriately, that he was going to get "lacquered up and drive his motorbike out to the Marin Headlands".


Harry, who has had flashes of anxiety since a person described as "crazier than an outhouse rat" killed himself years ago, apologized for making jokes suggesting that Grilled Pepper would rev up the Vespa and drive that puppy into the rising surf, ending it all.
He's done everything he needs to do - separated from the spouse, quarreled with his tax attorney, and stiffed a partner out of twenty thousand dollars.
But heaven forbid. Instead, somebody was bound to discover the middle-aged real-estate mogul fast asleep in a field, with his little Italian jobbie still firmly clenched between his manly thighs.
Possibly badly dressed, as a final rebellion against pinstripes.

We gave Harry the advice that he and Grilled Pepper should revive their friendship and go do something together. Something to let it all out. Something spiritual.
Something both of them could enjoy.
Whereupon someone else mentioned a place on Pacific Avenue that does high-colonics by appointment only.
For Harry, a cleansing.
For Grilled Pepper, rehabilitation.

"But what if his brain comes out?!?"

Harry does not want that hanging over his head.
I assured him that whatever ensued would not be like the sword of Damocles.
Then, seeing another smoker approaching -- a man whose conversational habits fill me with fear -- I bade the lads at the wall farewell, and went off to get a bite to eat.




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3 comments:

e-kvetcher said...

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The back of the hill said...

That’s something I fully expect the Amphibian to jump on.
And will bring up at our next North Beach amble.

[Please Note: "Currently back-ordered due to very high demand - will start shipping again on Friday 8/17". ]


The site caption reads "Everything should taste like bacon".
Which, I suspect, may have made it fellow-blogger Cushman Freckle's favourite bookmark.
If not yet, then probably soon.

epicurianly amphibious said...

Seems like a waste of sriracha.

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