oh that larry.
larry is my downstairs neighbor who is bed-ridden with a degenerative disease. i never thought to actually ask him what it is, maybe because i didnt want to hear about all the symptoms.
well larry is full of information after living downstairs for 15 years and is always willinig to offer it. and with his door always open and his bed in the living room i always get to hear it.
he left me a message the other night that he brought in a package delivered for me because it was just sitting outside. well today i go down to larry's to pick it up. with the cold and rainy weather and his front door closed, larry has gotten a bit backed up with conversation and stories that he apparently needed a brain enema. and i got it.
he is so excited to start talking that he fumbles a bit not knowing where this conversation can go. he always starts with a "how is your dad" (whom he met when my helped me move in) and "how is the project" as he seems to think one particular project i told him about 4 months ago that i was working on is the only thing i do at work. and before i can ever even get out my answers he is off on something else. "now my youngest daughter has a 9 year old and a boyfriend, but my middle daughter she was first chair when she played in the school band, but my oldest daughter she is the mother hen, and i dont know where im going with all this....."
nor do i larry. look at the time, i best be running along.....i have to poop.....or something....anything
larry is my downstairs neighbor who is bed-ridden with a degenerative disease. i never thought to actually ask him what it is, maybe because i didnt want to hear about all the symptoms.
well larry is full of information after living downstairs for 15 years and is always willinig to offer it. and with his door always open and his bed in the living room i always get to hear it.
he left me a message the other night that he brought in a package delivered for me because it was just sitting outside. well today i go down to larry's to pick it up. with the cold and rainy weather and his front door closed, larry has gotten a bit backed up with conversation and stories that he apparently needed a brain enema. and i got it.
he is so excited to start talking that he fumbles a bit not knowing where this conversation can go. he always starts with a "how is your dad" (whom he met when my helped me move in) and "how is the project" as he seems to think one particular project i told him about 4 months ago that i was working on is the only thing i do at work. and before i can ever even get out my answers he is off on something else. "now my youngest daughter has a 9 year old and a boyfriend, but my middle daughter she was first chair when she played in the school band, but my oldest daughter she is the mother hen, and i dont know where im going with all this....."
nor do i larry. look at the time, i best be running along.....i have to poop.....or something....anything
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AND you owe me big time!
BUT it was nice of you to let me know