Sunday, May 3, 2009

Sloppy Joe's Bar

It was a Monday morning.  I went to Sloppy Joe's bar where I met Hem.  Hem was interesting. We talked about our writing.  The non-use of commas is his passion.  He talked non stop about how he dislikes run-on sentences.  At one point I thought it kind of odd.  That's when everything changed.  Maybe it was the drinks.  Something.  All of a sudden I found my self dancing.  Not just any dance.  The Twist.  I was going crazy.  He was enjoying it.  Then the music suddenly changed. He started wailing his arms and legs.  He seemed crazed.  He was different.  His style of writing and dancing.  Nothing I've ever seen before.  It fascinated me.  The Mash-potato is what he called it.  He related his crazy dancing to his writing.  I soon found myself doing the same. Dancing. Writing with out commas.  Maybe it was the amount of alcohol I consumed.  But in some way everything he did and said made sense.  

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Hem and I.