She says “Will you please please take him home…”
I say “OK”
I know she wants him gone and I am not really ready for this since it’s a night I haven’t been drinking.
I know he hates me for the simple reason that I am waving his white flag… Who am I?
The short trip is forever long and we decide we are friends as we have done before. We disdain this moment. This moment where we have to admit we love each other as brothers but pride kills all hope…
We arrive as his spit hits my floorboard once again… I know why she wants him gone. I know while she’ll be here when she get’s off work.
I leave knowing.
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