diner staring steve guttenberg
The four gentlemen who essentially grew up together sat modestly at the booth of the empty diner. After orders were placed the conversation soon centered around developing "guts" and how overweight they were. Each Grabbed his stomach and said, "Oh, no, look at this..." making a circle with his hands and cupping the product of self neglect.
Years ago they would have spent the night in the car dropping trash on people's lawns and randomly showing up at houses of acquaintances in search of an odd reaction.
But not tonight.
Tonight they had bills, and girlfriends, and jobs, and guts. Tonight they were gentle-men.
"We should do this more often," the one gentleman said.
"For sure," said another.
And they all agreed that it was a good idea.
And that was how it ended.
Years ago they would have spent the night in the car dropping trash on people's lawns and randomly showing up at houses of acquaintances in search of an odd reaction.
But not tonight.
Tonight they had bills, and girlfriends, and jobs, and guts. Tonight they were gentle-men.
"We should do this more often," the one gentleman said.
"For sure," said another.
And they all agreed that it was a good idea.
And that was how it ended.