Him: “You know, it’s so weird – but you just popped into my head earlier tonight. I was 6 blocks away, and I suddenly thought of you and that thing you wrote … the however-many-facts and one lie …”
Me: “74 Facts and One Lie.”
Him: “Yes! Seriously – it’s so strange to see you tonight – since I was just down the street from here, thinking about that.”
Me: (joke) “So you enjoy reveling in the misery you have created is what you’re saying.”
Him: (laughing) No! No!
Sometimes you gotta get a dig in. All in good fun. Besides, he walked into it by bringing it up. So there.
Wow, you ran into “Paul?” It freaks me out to think about running into those PEE-PUL, those great big momentous-moment PEE-PUL, who grabbed ahold of my life at some juncture and just ripped the shit out of it, whether by purpose or by accident or by something inexplicably, agonizingly in-between. I sure as hell couldn’t pull a snappy comeback; my heart would’ve been beating too hard for me to form words. Kudos, snaps and hosannahs to you, sweetie! Love, Stevie