Sunday Chronicles
Dear Stick,
I recently returned from a weeklong family reunion cruise in the Caribbean. By far one of my most memorable vacations. The first night my cousin and I met these women in the Disco. Long story short, I took a liking to one of them and we were inseparable for the rest of the trip. Here’s the downer(s): she’s 12 years older, been divorced for 10 years, has three teenage children, and lives 1200 miles away. I know it was only a week, but we had an exceptionally difficult time saying goodbye. We talked about, “What if?” and we both expressed a dire interest in pursuing this after the cruise. Should I just let it be and cherish the memory or should I pursue?
-Whipped in Winnipeg
Dear Whipped,
Dude, I remember this one time like when I was waitin' tables and shit. Anyway man, it was way into this shift on like a Friday night or somethin'. I’m not sure but it was freakin’ busy man. I mean shit was goin’ on in slow motion and I swear to the Late JC I had been waitin' on the same fu*kers for like 10 hours. The dudes I worked with were cool as shit though man. Like this one time I was struttin' my shit back into the dish area, dropped off my dirties and then my boss just fu*kin' up and puts his hand up in the air like he was gonna give me a high five or some shit. Anyway man, so I put my hand out and shit and he slaps this fu*kin' potato in my hand and keeps on walkin’. I was like, “What the Fu*k?” Bossman made a freakin’ pipe out of a potato man! How fu*kin’ cool is that shit?
Dude I gotta tell ya, there was no shortage of weed in this place. It was as easy as like orderin' a side of fries man. Dude, you know who has kick-ass fries? Goodtimes. Nooo shit. Sometimes when I’ve been like playin’ PlayStation for like 9 hours straight and shit, and I’m out of Doritos, I’ll call Nick and have him pick my shit up and we’ll roll over to Goodtimes. Nick’s cool as hell man. He always gets good chronic. So we call him Nickel. You’d like him. He’s a cool fu*kin cat.
Stick out.
