My buddy A– turns thirty four, so he invites us out somewhere for drinks on a Friday night. Friday night is playing video games on the computer night, so I decline and suggest instead we just hang out at the game shop like we normally do. –Whatever, he says, you’re worse than my elderly parents. [...]
The Hermit Cave is dank and deep, but sometimes it takes just a bit more scrubbing to wash the stank out of outside world excusions.
Hey man, he says, haven’t seen you in a while. I look up and it’s P–. I met him at a game shop when I was asking around for Warmachine players, but more than a year later we’ve never gotten a game together.
As I was gaming at the store with W–, he asks me a curious question that reeks of Tyler Durden. Do you just teach, he asks. And he doesn’t just ask. There’s an emphasis on JUST as in, Do you JUST teach? (Somewhere Pahlaniuk/Tyler Durden whispers, You are not your job)