"You'll have to find another person to talk fast food with. At least until we come back in September," are his words at the pool today.
My best friend nowadays is an eighty six year old fast food loving man with a tan to boot. Today at the pool he notifies me of his imminent departure:
"Goddamn, I'm going to miss you Lenny. It won't be the same without you around. Safe travels & we'll see you when you get back in September."
"Thanks buddy," is his reply.
"I got just one request before you leave best buddy."
"What's that Rob?"
"Lenny, when you're downing a double cheeseburger from whatever place in Seattle you go to. Do one thing for me."
"Name it best buddy."
"I want you to look up at the moon & think about me. I'll do the same for you."
"You got it amigo," are the parting words as I watch his eighty six year old fast food loving ass walk out of my life until September:
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