The Game Friend
I miss the friend down the street who invites me over to watch a game.
I haven’t had one of those friends, in a while. The game doesn’t matter. I mean it could matter, but it’s not necessary.
What’s necessary is a sofa, and you put your feet up. —No feet touching the ground. Pillows, deflated or worn. There’s a beverage, or a smoke,…
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