"What the fuck Chuck?"
When we were kids it was my standard greeting for him.
"No one has said that to me in years," he proclaims.
"What the fuck Chuck? One more time for good measure buddy."
"How are things going in Arizona? The corona virus get you yet?" Chuck is a non masker and he lets everyone know it, "Do you want to know something village idiot?"
"Sure," is my response.
"When I see all these people walking around wearing a mask it makes me shake my head and wonder how everyone became hoodwinked. It's all a bunch of nonsense. People believe the shit that has been shoveled on them. It's disturbing to watch it all fall apart from nothing more than a flu bug. Think about this for a minute. I lost my job; the wife works at home; the kids aren't going to school; dad is in a nursing home; the mortgage is four payments behind."
He tacks on a few more difficulties to his 'hard luck & busted' story before I politely interrupt.
"I hear you good buddy," a lifelong friend is going through a rough spot and encouragement is key, "This time will pass Chuck. It will. When it does people will be more appreciative of things."
"I understand it will pass. The problem is not the virus though. It's like Trump keeps saying, 'the cure cannot be worse than the disease," pausing to add, "If things don't turn around for me and I mean quick! You are going to see my ass standing on the corner holding a cardboard sign. They are going to starve us out. That's a thousand times more telling than any fucking virus will ever be."
I've known Chuck since we were pups and I know exactly what he needs.,"Woof, woof, woof, woof...Come on man you know what to do."
"Sometimes I wonder if you are permanently stuck in the 80's."
"Come on Chuck," with even more vigor, "Where is the Bulldog pride? Woof, woof, woof, woof."
"Give it up village idiot. Between the two ex wive's, tuition, mortgage, food, car payments, credit cards...Are you catching my drift? Bulldog pride is the last thing on my mind."
"Seriously, it will make you feel better for a minute. I promise. One time for me buddy. Woof, woof, woof, woof. Bulldog pride goddammit!"
"I got to go buddy. The wife just pulled in and things have not been pleasant. Give me a call some other time," he then hangs the phone up.
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