I SHOULDN’T have asked. He was insulted. I should have known better. He was hurt. This friendship business can take a wrong turn after many years of straight road and I must have sneezed or something when the sign came up, cause I didn’t see it. Now my pal is bent out of shape, like a banged fender, and I am driven to drink. It might have been that girl hitchhiker I picked up who disoriented me, created a blind spot.

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