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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 54 of 307 We decided to stop sweating the small stuff. The whole love God with heart, mind and soul and love thy neighbors as thyself held true for most religions as well. The Protestants and Catholics had been blowing each other to bits forever in Ireland. The Sunnis and the Shiites were shitting on each other at every turn. And supposedly over useless footnotes and details. The injustice it seemed to us in our naivete was that people were addicted to hate. Well, we would simply get over it. And we did. So, I had someone to call to boast to about being a private dick. Excellent. He picked up, obviously having peeked at my name on his little screen. "Dude!" he howled. It had been about two months since we'd spoken. "Dude!" There is some California slang that just sticks. I have sometimes tried to treat the word dude as if it were a "bad" 'word just so that I can break the habit. I always made exceptions with Klaus. "Guess what I'm doing?" I asked. "A line of cheerleaders behind the gym of your local high school and each one is hotter than the last?" Nice. Somehow we had nurtured our inner pigs. Cleaffy he was still nurturing his. I was trying to forget much of the mischief we had gotten into after we had cast off our shackles. I |
