I was sitting at at bar with the Old Man, face and body turned towards him, when my left hand collided with my wine glass. Not missing a beat, I grabbed it before it hit the bar and tilted it back into position.
“How the hell did you do that?” he interrupted, totally astonished.
I looked at him, confused. “Do what?”
“You caught the wine glass in your hand and you weren’t even paying attention. You weren’t even looking and you just kept on talking! You must have amazing reflexes!” he concluded.
I glanced at the wine glass.
I hadn’t even spilled a drop.
June 14, 2008 at 12:21 am |
Well of course you are a super hero is this the first time he has noticed this? Bad T.O.M., bad.
June 14, 2008 at 12:23 pm |
You just need to pick some deep personal tragedy to fuel your descent into vigilantism.
June 14, 2008 at 5:11 pm |
You are my boozy superhero SG.
June 14, 2008 at 5:52 pm |
Oh no! Woeful, y ou mean when you’re boozy or when I am boozy? If the latter, can we change it to, “Your Dionysian goddess?”
Well, AJ, choose my poison…alcoholic father, borderline personality mother, drug addict brother, my various drug addictions, a slew of abusive boyfriends, a year and a half of lock up, losing my colon to disease at 28, a failed marriage, or my first love getting his head cut off in a car accident. And this is just scratching the surface. Hmm, my life reads like a country music song. Now that’s a deep personal tragedy in itself.
Max, TOM is getting up in age. I’ve noticed he’s awfully forgetful.