Do you want me to do it? He asks.
You want to write a post?
Yeah, I'll do it.
Well, you can't sit in the editor's chair. You'll have to email it to the editor.
He laughs, fixes himself a bowl of chili and walks back to his room. Within minutes I have an email from him.
The Stetson and the Bowler
This story is complete fiction and as such has no base on real people.
A man walked into a bar. This man was quite ordinary in his appearance, a standard full head of black hair accompanied by a large black stetson. He walked into the bar merely to kill a little time before heading home. There was little to do and leaving from a soul emptying job and entering an empty house just seemed too much. Upon entering the bar the gentleman saw an old friend following the same procedure. The gentleman, Mr. Walker sidled up next to his friend, a short blond haired chap named James who wore a black bowler. They immediately started to talk about their long days at work each trying to best the other in who had it worst when in walked….
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