i’m in bed, asleep. the phone rings. i look over to the clock, 12.30. i had left the answering machine volume up. it’s veggie boy.

‘hi, it’s veggie boy. i know it’s late, you are probably in bed, asleep. sorry to call so late, i just wanted to see you. i’m off to tammany for a beer. sorry to call so late, i just wanted to see you.’

in my slumber i considered getting up, showering and walking to the bar, but as much as i wanted to see veggie boy, i was too comfortable and warm in bed. i also considered calling him to tell him to come over, but i need to get up hours before him, so that wouldn’t be fair to him.

we’ll just need to leave that beer for another night. hopefully soon.