It is mid-morning down at the shopping center. A great congregation of the gang has gathered. Even that old standby, Cap-with-Tag-Guy, has made an appearance. He is stoically silent as always as he leans upon the nearby wall listening to his Sony Discman as he gyrates to the music.
"Hey chicken man," George tells Ferret laughing hilariously.
"Don't call me that," Ferret replies, sullenly.
I can't help but smile. George can be so unruly sometimes.
"How much for some breasts?" George then asks as he laughs even harder. "I like my breasts spicy."
For those of you new to the blog, Ferret is a long time friend who is now working over at Kentucky Fried Chicken. George loves to pick at Ferret about his crappy and menial job.
"If you don't shut up," Ferret says, "I am going to tell everyone about Pookie stealing your wallet yet one more time last night."
George clammed up quickly. I was interested in hearing about George's latest faux pas with Pookie.
"How much did she steal?" I ask George.
"I let her borrow it," George says, finagling the truth.
"Uh-huh," I say, not believing a damn thing George just said.
Ferret had enough of being berated by George and walked off just as Rosa was walking up. Rosa glared at George with a eat shit and die look.
"Here comes yo girlfriend," George says of Rosa to me.
"I wish he would go away," Rosa says to me quietly out of earshot of George as she sits down next to me.
"Been selling yo pussy lately?" George asks Rosa coarsely.
"Fuck you, you drunken lush," Rosa replies, not missing a beat.
George laughs. Big S is sitting next to Rosa and me upon the bench and he chuckles as well.
"George, have you been drinking?" I ask.
"Nope," George replies. "Cross my heart and hope to die."
"Let's walk back to your house," Rosa tells me as she gets up and grabs my hand.
"You better pull out your wallet cause you are gonna have to pay for a piece of that honkey ass," George says of Rosa, brusquely, as he laughs once again.
I glare at George with a piercing stare. I don't take kindly to him berating Rosa about her past. George doesn't have much room to talk as he has quite a few skeletons in his closet as well.
"I almost kicked that son of a bitch's ass," Rosa tells me, angrily, as we were walking home.
"Don't mind George," I say. "That is just his version of having fun."
"I don't know what you see in that old lush. It certainly isn't funny," Rosa says. "He is just not good company."
It is hard to explain me and George's camaraderie. We have been friends for years now. I have a sneaking suspicion that George had had a few drinks thus loosening his tongue today. George sure did go a long way this morning in burning the remnants of the bridges between him and the gang. He will sober up and hopefully realize how much of an asshole he was.