The Path We Take

By James Rummel

I once knew a guy named David …

He was a nice fellow, a member of my Dungeons and Dragons gaming group. On day he announced that his fiancee dumped him, he had a crappy job that paid peanuts so he couldn’t afford his own apartment, and his stepmother hated him so he couldn’t move back in with Dad. He asked for help, just a couch to crash for a few weeks, but no one stepped up. Looked like the streets for him.

So I took him in, but I bet you had already figured that was going to happen.

He got his own room, and no bills. The deal was that he saved up six months take home pay before he found his own place so he would never be that kind of helpless again. Then he would walk his own path.

The arrangement lasted about a year. Then David took to coming home pretty well lit from the cheap beer he would buy at cheap bars, which didn’t bother me in the slightest. What irked is that he would have these massive (ahem) movements while drunk, so massive that the pipes couldn’t gulp it all …Read the Rest

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