ted smith was walking down the street, heading east.
vince walker was walking down the same street, heading west.
when ted saw vince, he stopped.
do i know you from somewhere? ted asked vince.
i don’t think so, vince replied uncertainly.
i know, ted exclaimed, aaron donnelly’s party!
oh, yeah! when - when you know what happened!
who could forget?
vince laughed. who could forget, is right.
i’ll never forget it as long as i live, ted agreed.
it was the high point of my life, that’s for sure.
yes, it has been all downhill ever since.
i tell you what, though, i was scared shitless when the police came. i thought my life was over.
me too. but it was worth it. it was worth every minute of it.
ted and vince stared at each other for a few seconds.
t’s too bad we can’t have experiences like that every night, ted said.
right, vince laughed. but if we did we’d have white hair by the time we were twenty-five, and then have heart attacks and drop dead.
i guess.
well, brother, it was nice talking to you, carry on.
you carry on, yourself. take care.
they went their separate ways.
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