Ice Man

Hello,

I haven't pushed out a nice steamy blog in a while. I've been doing laundry.

I was at 7-11 this morning before I got on the train - where I saw a man at the counter purchasing an 18-pack of Natural Ice. It was 8:14am. Naturally, the questions started flying out of my mouth before I could even turn on the filter.

 

Tyler: Out of cereal?

 

Man: Heh. (sandpaper like smokers laugh) Heh, huhghghhg, Heh. Shit, this is my morning Joe. But I call it my morning go!

 

Tyler: Funny. What does that mean?

 

Man: Oh you know! What's up my brother? 

 

Tyler: Nothing man. Just about to head downtown. You? Big presentation at the office?

 

Man: I'm heading to the lake. I'll pound this by noon, believe that! 

 

Tyler: I believe you. I do.

 

Man: Shit, come on down...we will all be hangin' by Belmont Harbor.

 

Tyler: Thanks, but I'm really not much of an iced beer man. And I've got stuff to do.

 

Man: Fuck that! (coughing . . . coughing) Grab your suit and come out.

 

Tyler: Well, I do have a new suit, has a nautical theme. Stripes. Blue ones. With a big conch shell on the crotch.

 

Man: Heh heh. (coughing . . . coughing).

 

Tyler: Alright man, you guys have fun my friend.

 

Man: This will help! (to the cashier) and a pack of Winstons.

 

(just then his cell phone rings. Gone are the cocky, wild musings of a man and his beer)

 

Man: Hey baby. No, just grabbing the train. I just dropped her off at day care, will pick her up at 4.

 

THE END.