Frank, Larry, and Pete finished up their monster plate of wings at Blue’s Pub. Fraternity brothers from college, they had met once a month for the past twenty-five years to catch up and reminisce. As Larry finished the last wing, Frank said, “Who’s up for some shots?”
Larry had to finish packing for a flight to New York to meet with the publisher of his upcoming book, while it was time for Pete to give his cat her pills.
After they left, Frank ordered his usual shot of Dewar’s with a Heineken chaser. And then another. Wifey could wait.
My name is Craig. I'm an educator, writer, and unapologetic singleton. When not reading, writing, or teaching, I enjoy hiking, running, watching movies, going to concerts, spending time with friends, and playing with my cat/son, Chester.