Crouching poet. Hidden agenda.
I'm crouched over, tapping noisily on metal keys when I hear my door unlocking. I sigh.
"Guess who's making house calls?" Nick asks as he bounds through the door like Kramer.
"You're a pharmacist. If you made house calls, you'd be a drug dealer... What would you have done if I was masturbating?"
"Said something witty and waited outside the door for ten minutes... You busted out the typewriter, huh?"
"Yep."
"This has gotta be good, can I read?" He asks plopping down on the couch next to me, eagerly grabbing for the stack of pages next to me.
"I don't care, it's not edited and I don't care what you think."
"What? I'm not in your target demographic?"
"My childrens' generation is my target demographic, not my parents'."
"Is that a joke about me being old? 'Cause I'll beat you."
"Ha! Get out."
Nick starts reading. Moments later, "As verbose as he was inane?"
"Yep."
"Is this me?"
"You're so full of yourself."
"This reaks of Bronte."
I stop typing. "It reaks of one of the greatest authors of the last millenium?"
"Well, yeah. It reaks of girl."
"Alright, get out."
-Brian
"Guess who's making house calls?" Nick asks as he bounds through the door like Kramer.
"You're a pharmacist. If you made house calls, you'd be a drug dealer... What would you have done if I was masturbating?"
"Said something witty and waited outside the door for ten minutes... You busted out the typewriter, huh?"
"Yep."
"This has gotta be good, can I read?" He asks plopping down on the couch next to me, eagerly grabbing for the stack of pages next to me.
"I don't care, it's not edited and I don't care what you think."
"What? I'm not in your target demographic?"
"My childrens' generation is my target demographic, not my parents'."
"Is that a joke about me being old? 'Cause I'll beat you."
"Ha! Get out."
Nick starts reading. Moments later, "As verbose as he was inane?"
"Yep."
"Is this me?"
"You're so full of yourself."
"This reaks of Bronte."
I stop typing. "It reaks of one of the greatest authors of the last millenium?"
"Well, yeah. It reaks of girl."
"Alright, get out."
-Brian