I sometimes see a man who I’ll call ‘Charlie.’ ‘Charlie’ works at the pharmacy where I pick up my prescriptions (this is also a topic for another day—you see, we have so much to discuss) and I have come to sort of… I guess you could say… like Charlie. Charlie is a loner. He is the kind of person people think I am. He’s not too smart—which strongly correlates with the amount of pot he smokes and video games he plays.
Anyway, one night about six months ago, I waited for ‘Charlie’ to slip out back behind the pharmacy for his usual smoke before closing. He didn’t seem that surprised to see me, which for a second, threw me off my game a bit. He lit my cigarette. I wasn’t even a smoker and while he seemed to know this, he didn’t say and thing. This is how I realized that ‘Charlie’ was the kind of guy one could come to an understanding with.
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