East of Oblivion

Sometimes the greatest material can be found in instant messaging.

Me: there is a man that comes in here...he's old but handsome
Me: I would do him
The Friend: would you now
The Friend: what does he look like?
Me: old
The Friend: so, you'd do guys hunched over walkers, huh?
The Friend: that's pretty kinky, I guess
Me: you’re gross and ghey
The Friend: YOU brought this all up in the first place, toots!
Me: yeah well I wasn't talking about walkers and shit
The Friend: but you didn't play along when I asked what he looked like....
The Friend: "old" isn't very descriptive, especially for a wordsmith
Me: He's ruggedly handsome with salt and pepper hair brushing his forehead. He dresses with wild abandon, unconcerned about current fashions and trends. He walks with a swagger, hinting at years of wisdom and adventure. He smiles, knowingly, as if to say "I could have you. I've had many like you before."
Me: how's that...ass
The Friend: LMAO!
The Friend: yeah! That was great!
The Friend: are you sure you don't write for either Harlequin or one of the soaps?
Me: nah...I'm too good. I prefer to waste my talent here in Obscurity. You remember Obscurity? It's just north of Suicide and to the east of Oblivion