chansen
Had a point all along
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
I worked like a demon today. My only breaks were on WC2, or to drink, which has been surprisingly fun. Normally, drinking makes me fall asleep. Which is something that is due to happen any time now. I'm not exactly the life of the party when drunk. First, I don't get invited to the good parties. There is no second point.
While I'm drunk, did I mention my bike races this week? Did two of them. The second one was spent in a dire struggle with another rider. The first, I was mostly on my own. Actually, I don't think I saw another rider. I was behind the leaders, ahead of the middle pack, and that's just where I was. So, I started chatting to Carter. I know what the bastard would say. He was a little version of me, after all. He kept telling me not to brake, as he always does when I'm racing. He had nerve. Lack of nerve is what kept me from making the Southern Ontario Division ski team. As a consequence, I hit a tree.
I hit three of them on the next race (one hard), but on the first race last week, I hit one tree.
I complained to Carter, "You made me hit that tree!"
"You're okay, Dadda!" He replied.
"Easy for you to say, you're dead."
"That's not your fault, dadda. You couldn't have known."
And....I lost it.
Carter tried to cheer me up. He said, "Hey, it's okay. I had a good life. I probably groped more tits than you did."
I laughed. But at the end of the race, I needed a few minutes to console myself.
While I'm drunk, did I mention my bike races this week? Did two of them. The second one was spent in a dire struggle with another rider. The first, I was mostly on my own. Actually, I don't think I saw another rider. I was behind the leaders, ahead of the middle pack, and that's just where I was. So, I started chatting to Carter. I know what the bastard would say. He was a little version of me, after all. He kept telling me not to brake, as he always does when I'm racing. He had nerve. Lack of nerve is what kept me from making the Southern Ontario Division ski team. As a consequence, I hit a tree.
I hit three of them on the next race (one hard), but on the first race last week, I hit one tree.
I complained to Carter, "You made me hit that tree!"
"You're okay, Dadda!" He replied.
"Easy for you to say, you're dead."
"That's not your fault, dadda. You couldn't have known."
And....I lost it.
Carter tried to cheer me up. He said, "Hey, it's okay. I had a good life. I probably groped more tits than you did."
I laughed. But at the end of the race, I needed a few minutes to console myself.