My clone got the "no undershirt, not scared to show my chest" gene.
Uncle Dave tapped his foot waiting for his queue to start the sax line to "Who Could it be Now?"
ck
Thursday, July 30, 2009
07-30/News and Notes from Around the League
Thanks to roving reporters Paps and Dools, we have updates from around the League.
My clone got the "no undershirt, not scared to show my chest" gene.
Uncle Dave tapped his foot waiting for his queue to start the sax line to "Who Could it be Now?"
ck
My clone got the "no undershirt, not scared to show my chest" gene.
Uncle Dave tapped his foot waiting for his queue to start the sax line to "Who Could it be Now?"
ck
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
07-29/R-E-S-P-E-C-T
http://www.bsideblog.com/images/2008/09/227_cast.jpg
"Also cast in 227 was Jackée Harry as the building's sexy vamp, Sandra Clark, who constantly bickered back and forth with Mary about their respective views on life." from wikipedia
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As she explained the company policies, ethics and what was expected of him, Chris wanted to show that he was paying attention. As he filed through different phrases of what to say, like "I see," or "I understand," the only thing that came to his mind was, "I feel that."
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"Also cast in 227 was Jackée Harry as the building's sexy vamp, Sandra Clark, who constantly bickered back and forth with Mary about their respective views on life." from wikipedia
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As she explained the company policies, ethics and what was expected of him, Chris wanted to show that he was paying attention. As he filed through different phrases of what to say, like "I see," or "I understand," the only thing that came to his mind was, "I feel that."
ck
Friday, July 24, 2009
07-24/Jack and Lisa down by the Schoolyard
I like my coffee with just a little bit of skim milk. The robust, charry, bean flavor is just dampened by a trickle of the milk. If I'm doing the pouring, it sometimes makes a plop, and therefor I do not need to stir it.
Coffee never was a big deal to me until college. I guess I didn't need it back then, however it would have given me a reason to go in early to school. As much as I loved sitting with Jack and Lisa while me and Fabian played "who's going to go the longest without making eye contact with a girl," I really had no reason to go in early.
The two-door gold Hyundai Excel puttered up to Blue Bay and I exited there, so my father could make the next left turn that put him on the LIE. The absence of radio drove me to bringing a walkman; the headphones probably a souvenir from Delta when we flew to Florida.
I'd listen to Howard Stern, and relay to dad when he was talking about a part of a woman's anatomy, or if she was undressing or having an orgasm contest. I would try to get the point across without having to say the word "orgasm."
The little prick that I was, could have talked to him the measly 10 minute drive, but instead I wanted to listen to that dumb fuck, or hope to hear "Too Close" by Next. In that case I could sing some of the words at lunch so that Mike Agrusa would think I was cool.
"Baby when we're lying, I get so slighted, Ooh how I like it, I'm shy but I'll just try it..."
I'd still give dad a kiss goodbye, the gesture leaving the scent of an expensive cologne around my face. His cologne, when combined with his suit, made his person worth more than the car that encased him. Somewhere 5 miles behind us, a teacher was getting into a sparkly new Audi A4.
For me, though, the trace of cologne combined with my rayon tie, which was one small step above a clip-on. This definitely made me a slam pig for anyone in the band that was showing up to the German Club party later that night.
High School left us in the middle of the pack, very able to stay out of the spotlight. Whether that meant we would never be cool, nor nerds, it seemed that we'd forever live in the comfort of mediocrity.
People like Paps and John kept their close ties to the upper echelon, often getting me the respect of a hallway nod from the greats like, Gill, or Godek, because of my affiliation. Thanks to John, Dina T would nervously smile when I approached, instead of the normal, "I think the milk was sour," type of face.
Steve ate his sandwich slowly and used words like "herb" and "wet towel."
We could have done more with ourselves. I could have smoked cigarettes with Mike Chatterton, perhaps then I could have asked him to explain to me what he meant when he called me "straight edge."
I should have used the prestige of being on the Varsity Golf Team to getting us into more parties with Mike Schmidt.
That was ten years ago. Now we have our own parties, some of us smoke cigarettes, Steve still uses the word "herb" and "wet towel." I even know the words to some dance songs.
"I wanna make love right now now now, I wanna make love right now now. Should have never broke up right now now now We need to leave Club right now now now."
Now you've got your Fire Island's and your Hamptons. Your love's lost and never found again. Good luck and be well.
- this speech delivered at the German Club reunion. Mr. Hiller clapped furiously, dropping his Leberkase pizza. Then he looked around and wondered where Paps and Fabe were.
ck
Coffee never was a big deal to me until college. I guess I didn't need it back then, however it would have given me a reason to go in early to school. As much as I loved sitting with Jack and Lisa while me and Fabian played "who's going to go the longest without making eye contact with a girl," I really had no reason to go in early.
The two-door gold Hyundai Excel puttered up to Blue Bay and I exited there, so my father could make the next left turn that put him on the LIE. The absence of radio drove me to bringing a walkman; the headphones probably a souvenir from Delta when we flew to Florida.
I'd listen to Howard Stern, and relay to dad when he was talking about a part of a woman's anatomy, or if she was undressing or having an orgasm contest. I would try to get the point across without having to say the word "orgasm."
The little prick that I was, could have talked to him the measly 10 minute drive, but instead I wanted to listen to that dumb fuck, or hope to hear "Too Close" by Next. In that case I could sing some of the words at lunch so that Mike Agrusa would think I was cool.
"Baby when we're lying, I get so slighted, Ooh how I like it, I'm shy but I'll just try it..."
I'd still give dad a kiss goodbye, the gesture leaving the scent of an expensive cologne around my face. His cologne, when combined with his suit, made his person worth more than the car that encased him. Somewhere 5 miles behind us, a teacher was getting into a sparkly new Audi A4.
For me, though, the trace of cologne combined with my rayon tie, which was one small step above a clip-on. This definitely made me a slam pig for anyone in the band that was showing up to the German Club party later that night.
High School left us in the middle of the pack, very able to stay out of the spotlight. Whether that meant we would never be cool, nor nerds, it seemed that we'd forever live in the comfort of mediocrity.
People like Paps and John kept their close ties to the upper echelon, often getting me the respect of a hallway nod from the greats like, Gill, or Godek, because of my affiliation. Thanks to John, Dina T would nervously smile when I approached, instead of the normal, "I think the milk was sour," type of face.
Steve ate his sandwich slowly and used words like "herb" and "wet towel."
We could have done more with ourselves. I could have smoked cigarettes with Mike Chatterton, perhaps then I could have asked him to explain to me what he meant when he called me "straight edge."
I should have used the prestige of being on the Varsity Golf Team to getting us into more parties with Mike Schmidt.
That was ten years ago. Now we have our own parties, some of us smoke cigarettes, Steve still uses the word "herb" and "wet towel." I even know the words to some dance songs.
"I wanna make love right now now now, I wanna make love right now now. Should have never broke up right now now now We need to leave Club right now now now."
Now you've got your Fire Island's and your Hamptons. Your love's lost and never found again. Good luck and be well.
- this speech delivered at the German Club reunion. Mr. Hiller clapped furiously, dropping his Leberkase pizza. Then he looked around and wondered where Paps and Fabe were.
ck
Thursday, July 23, 2009
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Monday, July 13, 2009
07-13/Sailing the High C's, Pt. IV
And now the dramatic conclusion.
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Young Roxanne had enjoyed herself a little too much on this trip, as she had been having cocktail after cocktail. Showing the Men's bathroom how great of time she had been having, it resulted in making it unusable for the rest of the trip.
As the queue built up for the woman's bathroom, CK wobbled over and waited. After he made it to the promised land, he emerged and saw the young gentleman, his suit disheveled and a scowl on his face.
"It's no problem, bro," CK said, adding that its all over.
"It is a problem, and it's not over," the young man said, taking CK by surprise.
A lack of riboflavin in CK's diet, had made him feel very cool, almost like he could get away with wearing Aviator sunglasses, even at night. He responded with a pat on the young man's chest,
"Then I guess we will settle it on the dock."
"I guess we will."
"I guess we will."
Feeling like a tough guy, CK left the dining room/bathroom/lounge cabin, and headed to the Lido deck, probably trailing a piece of toilet paper on his shoe.
CK emerged onto the Lido deck, hoping to get a dance with Coco. He was discussing nautical knowledge with a young lady, showing her how to navigate by stars. CK descended back to the dining area, and he saw a scuffle ensuing.
The young man had continued his antics, motivating Baker to ask him to calm down. In slow motion, he used the C word in describing Baker, unleashing the fury of the Fab.
"Only I get to call her that!" the angry Fab exclaimed, having to be restrained.
Out of nowhere, Glass Joe jumped through the plated glass window arriving in the dining room ready to rumble.
The ship's second officer/bartender arrived on scene to break it up.
CK tried to explain that things had gone awry because of the young man's comments.
"Not the girls man, not the girls!" CK said over and over. Glass Joe punched a life preserver in agreement.
"Take us back to the dock!"
Tools O'Shea had been in the U.S. for about 3 weeks and had befriended almost everyone on the boat. He took CK aside to calm him down.
"It's naught wert it, me friend." His kind eyes making up for grabbing a fistful of CK's shirt.
The final straw had been broken and the ship powered back to port. CK felt bad about the situation and wadded up a five dollar bill, shoving it into the hand of the purser/second officer/bartender/bouncer.
"Sorry for the trouble man," CK said, not realizing the douche chills he will be feeling for the next weeks to come.
The excitement of the situation brought everyone down to earth, and the group escaped together without ever hearing from the young man again.
Paps celebrated the evening by removing his shirt, and CK followed suit, angling the shirt to rest over most of his body anyway.
Randomly Paps starting hailing cabs for girls, secretly hoping that someone would invite him to come with.
The night ended with cocktails at the bar, and telling stories of how great life is when you live in a city.
Then everyone clinked glasses.
ck
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Young Roxanne had enjoyed herself a little too much on this trip, as she had been having cocktail after cocktail. Showing the Men's bathroom how great of time she had been having, it resulted in making it unusable for the rest of the trip.
As the queue built up for the woman's bathroom, CK wobbled over and waited. After he made it to the promised land, he emerged and saw the young gentleman, his suit disheveled and a scowl on his face.
"It's no problem, bro," CK said, adding that its all over.
"It is a problem, and it's not over," the young man said, taking CK by surprise.
A lack of riboflavin in CK's diet, had made him feel very cool, almost like he could get away with wearing Aviator sunglasses, even at night. He responded with a pat on the young man's chest,
"Then I guess we will settle it on the dock."
"I guess we will."
"I guess we will."
Feeling like a tough guy, CK left the dining room/bathroom/lounge cabin, and headed to the Lido deck, probably trailing a piece of toilet paper on his shoe.
CK emerged onto the Lido deck, hoping to get a dance with Coco. He was discussing nautical knowledge with a young lady, showing her how to navigate by stars. CK descended back to the dining area, and he saw a scuffle ensuing.
The young man had continued his antics, motivating Baker to ask him to calm down. In slow motion, he used the C word in describing Baker, unleashing the fury of the Fab.
"Only I get to call her that!" the angry Fab exclaimed, having to be restrained.
Out of nowhere, Glass Joe jumped through the plated glass window arriving in the dining room ready to rumble.
The ship's second officer/bartender arrived on scene to break it up.
CK tried to explain that things had gone awry because of the young man's comments.
"Not the girls man, not the girls!" CK said over and over. Glass Joe punched a life preserver in agreement.
"Take us back to the dock!"
Tools O'Shea had been in the U.S. for about 3 weeks and had befriended almost everyone on the boat. He took CK aside to calm him down.
"It's naught wert it, me friend." His kind eyes making up for grabbing a fistful of CK's shirt.
The final straw had been broken and the ship powered back to port. CK felt bad about the situation and wadded up a five dollar bill, shoving it into the hand of the purser/second officer/bartender/bouncer.
"Sorry for the trouble man," CK said, not realizing the douche chills he will be feeling for the next weeks to come.
The excitement of the situation brought everyone down to earth, and the group escaped together without ever hearing from the young man again.
Paps celebrated the evening by removing his shirt, and CK followed suit, angling the shirt to rest over most of his body anyway.
Randomly Paps starting hailing cabs for girls, secretly hoping that someone would invite him to come with.
The night ended with cocktails at the bar, and telling stories of how great life is when you live in a city.
Then everyone clinked glasses.
ck
Friday, July 10, 2009
07-10/Sailing the High C's, Pt. III
As they entered the vessel, the sweet sounds of a piano and glasses clinking could be heard throughout the dining room. Subtle laughter ran around the cabin, as some of the city's elite dined on hors d'oeuvres.
In one corner, the finest of New Jersey's mozzarella cheeses were deep fried in bread crumbs, heated and chilled. At the port side, they could find a delicious melody of meats and cheese, described by one as "the creme-de-la-crem of Hero's Le Italian e Americano..."
And bagel bites.
The group hoisted themselves onto the Lido Deck where they sipped on welcome cordials.
"I'll have a Grey Goose and tonic," CK said, as he motioned toward the parade of premium bottles hiding behind the bartender.
"Premium liquor is not included today," and he held up a bottle of Kraplakistan's finest vodka, Kraplak.
"Ok, I'll have that and tonic."
CK looked over at Paps and said,
"I wonder how many drinks it will take to get my 50 dollars worth," chuckling at his own miserliness. He briefly thought his mother would be proud at his attempt at getting every penny out of something, like eating alot at a salad bar and taking home half of your meal.
Phil was annoyed. Using his hands to settle CK, he said, "Let's take it easy, just enjoy yourself."
"I thought that would be funny. Like something mom would...."
"No- it wasn't funny."
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All of the beautiful young ladies were finished boarding, and it was time to depart. CK waved to them as their boat passed.
KR finished his Muscle Milk, then started doing pull ups off the side of the Lido Deck.
As the late afternoon turned into dusk, the boat rumbled along the East River, dancing with the Statue of Liberty, then deciding to go up the Hudson. They loved every minute of it, toasting drink after drink, and taking picture after picture.
Coco, who was spotted less than Waldo, just showed his thick hair in a different part of the crowd, every hour on the hour. He would entertain the group by saying things like, " Hi," and "Hey."
CK had hit the dance floor and danced for about 2 minutes, prompting him to text at least one known friend that he was "In a dance-off."
Next, the moment everyone was waiting for had arrived. The human auction.
A parade of young ladies and gentlemen auctioned themselves off for a night of raunchy sexual acts, all benefiting charity. CK had thought it would be a good idea to dance seductively behind one thin gentleman as he was auctioned off.
Looking down at his friends, and giving something resembling the "hang-loose" sign, he started making hip thrusts in the young man's direction. CK turned to put his backside closer to the gentleman as his friends looked on.
Figuring it was enough, he jumped down and joined his friends. Just then Paps' hair started shaking as his conversation became heated with the young man. CK was taken aback by this development, and looked for Coco, who was looking very innocent in the corner.
It appeared that someone had taunted the young man, and it agitated him, creating a stir on the Lido Deck.
"Lets all calm down, we are all here for the same reason," was the mantra, as everyone's inner Suffolk county started frothing to the surface. CK tried to do his best to settle the young man down, but he wanted nothing to do with it.
"He's yelling ZERO, ZERO, ZERO!" the young man said, as he pointed toward the direction of Coco. Coco had taken up a conversation with a young lady, and looked startled to have been confused with the imaginary man.
Paps had come under fire as well. CK had created a dare to be great moment by pretending he wanted to be in a fight. Much like Buster in Arrested D. he was looking for someone to throw a punch.
CK had blocked Paps and now stood with his arms crossed, looking at the young man, who's words now became an incessant river of insults.
"Go have another beer!" he yelled at Paps.
"Ok, I will." Paps replied, as he realized he was fresh out.
CK turned to look at Paps, but this time came face to face with KR, who's fiery eyes were locked at the young man. CK turned back arms folded, and with KR created a wall much like the Tri-Lams did when they blocked the Alpha Betas at the end of Revenge of the Nerds. All they needed was the bass disco beat from the movie, that resembled a much hipper Law and Order opening theme.
The young man settled down, and all was well, for the time being.
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ck
In one corner, the finest of New Jersey's mozzarella cheeses were deep fried in bread crumbs, heated and chilled. At the port side, they could find a delicious melody of meats and cheese, described by one as "the creme-de-la-crem of Hero's Le Italian e Americano..."
And bagel bites.
The group hoisted themselves onto the Lido Deck where they sipped on welcome cordials.
"I'll have a Grey Goose and tonic," CK said, as he motioned toward the parade of premium bottles hiding behind the bartender.
"Premium liquor is not included today," and he held up a bottle of Kraplakistan's finest vodka, Kraplak.
"Ok, I'll have that and tonic."
CK looked over at Paps and said,
"I wonder how many drinks it will take to get my 50 dollars worth," chuckling at his own miserliness. He briefly thought his mother would be proud at his attempt at getting every penny out of something, like eating alot at a salad bar and taking home half of your meal.
Phil was annoyed. Using his hands to settle CK, he said, "Let's take it easy, just enjoy yourself."
"I thought that would be funny. Like something mom would...."
"No- it wasn't funny."
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All of the beautiful young ladies were finished boarding, and it was time to depart. CK waved to them as their boat passed.
KR finished his Muscle Milk, then started doing pull ups off the side of the Lido Deck.
As the late afternoon turned into dusk, the boat rumbled along the East River, dancing with the Statue of Liberty, then deciding to go up the Hudson. They loved every minute of it, toasting drink after drink, and taking picture after picture.
Coco, who was spotted less than Waldo, just showed his thick hair in a different part of the crowd, every hour on the hour. He would entertain the group by saying things like, " Hi," and "Hey."
CK had hit the dance floor and danced for about 2 minutes, prompting him to text at least one known friend that he was "In a dance-off."
Next, the moment everyone was waiting for had arrived. The human auction.
A parade of young ladies and gentlemen auctioned themselves off for a night of raunchy sexual acts, all benefiting charity. CK had thought it would be a good idea to dance seductively behind one thin gentleman as he was auctioned off.
Looking down at his friends, and giving something resembling the "hang-loose" sign, he started making hip thrusts in the young man's direction. CK turned to put his backside closer to the gentleman as his friends looked on.
Figuring it was enough, he jumped down and joined his friends. Just then Paps' hair started shaking as his conversation became heated with the young man. CK was taken aback by this development, and looked for Coco, who was looking very innocent in the corner.
It appeared that someone had taunted the young man, and it agitated him, creating a stir on the Lido Deck.
"Lets all calm down, we are all here for the same reason," was the mantra, as everyone's inner Suffolk county started frothing to the surface. CK tried to do his best to settle the young man down, but he wanted nothing to do with it.
"He's yelling ZERO, ZERO, ZERO!" the young man said, as he pointed toward the direction of Coco. Coco had taken up a conversation with a young lady, and looked startled to have been confused with the imaginary man.
Paps had come under fire as well. CK had created a dare to be great moment by pretending he wanted to be in a fight. Much like Buster in Arrested D. he was looking for someone to throw a punch.
CK had blocked Paps and now stood with his arms crossed, looking at the young man, who's words now became an incessant river of insults.
"Go have another beer!" he yelled at Paps.
"Ok, I will." Paps replied, as he realized he was fresh out.
CK turned to look at Paps, but this time came face to face with KR, who's fiery eyes were locked at the young man. CK turned back arms folded, and with KR created a wall much like the Tri-Lams did when they blocked the Alpha Betas at the end of Revenge of the Nerds. All they needed was the bass disco beat from the movie, that resembled a much hipper Law and Order opening theme.
The young man settled down, and all was well, for the time being.
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ck
Thursday, July 9, 2009
07-09/Sailing the High C's, Pt. II
Downtown, CK and Fab held back tears as the pizza-booze joint offered deals like, " A pie and a pitcher/bottle of wine" for 22 dollars. A slice and a beer was offered at 5 dollars.
As the Czech girl took the orders, Baker looked on the two boys with a quizzical expression. The boys were closely whispering to each other and giggling. Baker's only clues were the words, "pizza," "beer," "wine" coming out in between giggles.
Outside, the skies were turning grey, and then darker grey, setting off Fab's weather alert radio from his pocket. The boat was 'shoving off' in about an hour, and a storm was brewing - the skies looked pretty rough too.
Paps strolled in as the trio was served their slices. Not aware of the deal, he ordered two grandma slices and a beer. As Paps sat down next to him, CK asked the status of Coco.
"Coco is held up. He should be here soon."
CK bit his nail, and was concerned. He didn't want the boat to leave without them. Just then Coco arrived, and everyone breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"The numbers are in!"
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The rain came down for about 25 minutes, sending the trio running for a cab. CK grew concerned as he knew that water would create a wet T-shirt contest with his name on the 1st place prize. Within two minutes, they were at the dock and waiting for Coco and Paps who accepted walking with umbrellas.
KR and wife waited patiently for the group to arrive. Cracking his neck constantly, and trying to stay loose, KR muscled a hello through clenched teeth.
"So are we ready to have some fun?" CK yelled.
CK flipped through Caddyshack, and Gilligan's Island images trying to come up with a quote to start off the trip.
"I guess we're going on the Minnow....SS Minnow...."
Realizing he was struggling off the bat, he nervously tried to help along the joke by singing,
"Come and knock on my door...I guess Larry will be there at the Regal...." Then realizing he started quoting 'Three's Company' he gave up and checked out the water. KR groaned.
Paps and Coco arrived shortly after. Within minutes, Captain Jib IV, Captree, NY, was open for business.
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ck
As the Czech girl took the orders, Baker looked on the two boys with a quizzical expression. The boys were closely whispering to each other and giggling. Baker's only clues were the words, "pizza," "beer," "wine" coming out in between giggles.
Outside, the skies were turning grey, and then darker grey, setting off Fab's weather alert radio from his pocket. The boat was 'shoving off' in about an hour, and a storm was brewing - the skies looked pretty rough too.
Paps strolled in as the trio was served their slices. Not aware of the deal, he ordered two grandma slices and a beer. As Paps sat down next to him, CK asked the status of Coco.
"Coco is held up. He should be here soon."
CK bit his nail, and was concerned. He didn't want the boat to leave without them. Just then Coco arrived, and everyone breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"The numbers are in!"
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The rain came down for about 25 minutes, sending the trio running for a cab. CK grew concerned as he knew that water would create a wet T-shirt contest with his name on the 1st place prize. Within two minutes, they were at the dock and waiting for Coco and Paps who accepted walking with umbrellas.
KR and wife waited patiently for the group to arrive. Cracking his neck constantly, and trying to stay loose, KR muscled a hello through clenched teeth.
"So are we ready to have some fun?" CK yelled.
CK flipped through Caddyshack, and Gilligan's Island images trying to come up with a quote to start off the trip.
"I guess we're going on the Minnow....SS Minnow...."
Realizing he was struggling off the bat, he nervously tried to help along the joke by singing,
"Come and knock on my door...I guess Larry will be there at the Regal...." Then realizing he started quoting 'Three's Company' he gave up and checked out the water. KR groaned.
Paps and Coco arrived shortly after. Within minutes, Captain Jib IV, Captree, NY, was open for business.
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ck
07-09/Sailing the High C's, Pt. I
With much anticipation, I present to you, " Sailing the High C's."
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Coco shuffled papers around his desk nervously, as he knew that time was running out.
"I've got to get these numbers upstairs before 5, or corporate is going to have my ass!!" he mumbled to himself.
On the other side of the room, Paps made his way out of the elevator, prompting everyone to stand up in their cubicle.
"Hi Paps! - Hey Paps! - Paps, bro, whats happenin? - Hiiiiiiii Pappy...." was heard from each cubicle he passed, strolling from the elevator over to the corner office where you could hear Coco slamming drawers in a rush.
Paps stopped at Susie Watermaker's station, briefly fixing his tie before stepping in.
"Susie girl, what's good?" Paps said slowly, changing the angle of his watch's face as he talked.
"Not much Paps....thanks again for the help on the Penske file, you really got me out of a bind."
"No problem, maybe I'll see you on the boat," Paps said as he cooly slid off the corner of her desk where he had sat during the brief confrontation.
"Maybe..." she said, lowering her eyes. Her mouth slowly curled into a smile as her eyes raised up again to meet his.
"Take care." Paps said with a wink, as he tapped the side of the cubicle, and headed to the corner office.
Paps strutted into Coco's office, and with a twirl shut the door.
"We gotta get going. We're meeting everyone at some pizza-booze joint."
"I don't know if I'm going to get out in time, I can't find my numbers from June. They're going to be on my ass if I don't send the report upstairs before I go," Coco said, as he kept shuffling through papers on his desk.
"Don't give me that shit, just make them up. We really have to get going."
"Not today."
Coco started to look through the papers on his desk feverishly now, knocking over a picture of him with the 2004 NYC Marathon winner, Hendrik Ramaala.
"Just get it done and meet me at the pizza-booze place."
"Whatever," Coco said quietly, as Paps left the office and headed for the elevator.
As the elevator doors closed, all you could hear was,
"Bye Pappy-Bye Paps-See you later bro...........He's so dreamy...." ding.
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Paps walked back into his office, and KR asked him to shut the door.
"I guess Coco is stressed with corporate breathing down his neck," Paps said.
KR stood up uninterested, slamming down a pen. He unbottoned his Haggar shirt and walked over to the door to complete the request that Paps disregarded.
"Yeah, corporate is a bunch of sonsa-bitches," KR said plainly, as he walked to the corner, now only garbed in a Hanes white T-Shirt and Dockers.
"Well, this boat trip is supposed to be fun, he's the one that told me about it," Paps said.
KR opened up a brown box from overstock.com, and took out a pair of Everlast training gloves. He put them on and adjusted them tightly. He then tapped on a framed picture, and started to jump in place.
Tapping on the picture brought him back to that June day in El Paso, when he strolled in to the WKA's Kickboxing convention. He never thought he'd get a picture of him giving the thumbs up in between a posing Ralph Macchio and William Zabka, smiling ear to ear. A rare sight.
The picture hung next to the heavy bag with pride, jumping off the hook ever so slightly when he would give the bag a hearty right.
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ck
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Coco shuffled papers around his desk nervously, as he knew that time was running out.
"I've got to get these numbers upstairs before 5, or corporate is going to have my ass!!" he mumbled to himself.
On the other side of the room, Paps made his way out of the elevator, prompting everyone to stand up in their cubicle.
"Hi Paps! - Hey Paps! - Paps, bro, whats happenin? - Hiiiiiiii Pappy...." was heard from each cubicle he passed, strolling from the elevator over to the corner office where you could hear Coco slamming drawers in a rush.
Paps stopped at Susie Watermaker's station, briefly fixing his tie before stepping in.
"Susie girl, what's good?" Paps said slowly, changing the angle of his watch's face as he talked.
"Not much Paps....thanks again for the help on the Penske file, you really got me out of a bind."
"No problem, maybe I'll see you on the boat," Paps said as he cooly slid off the corner of her desk where he had sat during the brief confrontation.
"Maybe..." she said, lowering her eyes. Her mouth slowly curled into a smile as her eyes raised up again to meet his.
"Take care." Paps said with a wink, as he tapped the side of the cubicle, and headed to the corner office.
Paps strutted into Coco's office, and with a twirl shut the door.
"We gotta get going. We're meeting everyone at some pizza-booze joint."
"I don't know if I'm going to get out in time, I can't find my numbers from June. They're going to be on my ass if I don't send the report upstairs before I go," Coco said, as he kept shuffling through papers on his desk.
"Don't give me that shit, just make them up. We really have to get going."
"Not today."
Coco started to look through the papers on his desk feverishly now, knocking over a picture of him with the 2004 NYC Marathon winner, Hendrik Ramaala.
"Just get it done and meet me at the pizza-booze place."
"Whatever," Coco said quietly, as Paps left the office and headed for the elevator.
As the elevator doors closed, all you could hear was,
"Bye Pappy-Bye Paps-See you later bro...........He's so dreamy...." ding.
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Paps walked back into his office, and KR asked him to shut the door.
"I guess Coco is stressed with corporate breathing down his neck," Paps said.
KR stood up uninterested, slamming down a pen. He unbottoned his Haggar shirt and walked over to the door to complete the request that Paps disregarded.
"Yeah, corporate is a bunch of sonsa-bitches," KR said plainly, as he walked to the corner, now only garbed in a Hanes white T-Shirt and Dockers.
"Well, this boat trip is supposed to be fun, he's the one that told me about it," Paps said.
KR opened up a brown box from overstock.com, and took out a pair of Everlast training gloves. He put them on and adjusted them tightly. He then tapped on a framed picture, and started to jump in place.
Tapping on the picture brought him back to that June day in El Paso, when he strolled in to the WKA's Kickboxing convention. He never thought he'd get a picture of him giving the thumbs up in between a posing Ralph Macchio and William Zabka, smiling ear to ear. A rare sight.
The picture hung next to the heavy bag with pride, jumping off the hook ever so slightly when he would give the bag a hearty right.
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Tuesday, July 7, 2009
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