Yo! People! There have been a lot of reunions happening lately (many of which in the past week).
JC: …well, you know. I can’t help but hope it won’t always be like this.
Courtney: I have no words for how much I missed you. We have a symbiosis of crazy.
Joey: I’m so happy to have reconnected with you, and I look forward to chillin’ in MA sometime soon.
And that’s where the happy ends.
Zach: It freaks me the fuck out that I found you twice. You seem like a total mess, and I’m glad I didn’t jump on that sinking ship.
Kael: It. Is. Time. To. Give. It. Up. It was almost a year ago, man.
Deesh: Pretty random. We never really talked all that much. Despite how pretty you are, its gonna stay that way.
Diane: Fuck off. No, really. I mean it. I meant it. And I’ll say the same when you call me next time.
Before I go on to other subjects, I need to explain “how we got to the hot dog.”
The reference dates back to way back in the day when I was a wee teeny high school student. I had a creative writing teacher who was begging to be tortured to just before the point of postaling us all away. She was a large, blonde, toadlike woman who enjoyed poems on flowers and stories on women falling in love and having babies!
I don’t like babies.
Or flowers.
I do enjoy a good hot dog now and then.
One afternoon, I caught myself thinking about hot dogs, and I began to ponder how the bloody hell that happened. What preceding thoughts had led to me thinking about those little meaty gems? Much to my teacher’s chagrin, I handed in the resulting linking of random thoughts as an assignment.
So before I go on to other subjects, I have explained the phrase “how we got to the hot dog.” You’ll need it. Today has been a chain of hot dogs.
