On the Edge of Life, Part 1
(Note: One evening, baxterknid was in the ClevelandWeirdness chat room, waiting for Dreble to come back in. Now, anyone who knows Dreble knows he works on a timetable far different from the rest of the world. So, to amuse himself while he waited, Baxter started a story. He says he's going to continue it. We await his further serialization....)
19:29:39 [baxterknid] <---waits patiently for Dreble
Joshua sat at the edge of the cliff. Well, not on the edge, but next to it in one of those fold out pic-nic chairs. It took everything I had not to run up behind him and push. It's not that I don't like him, it's just that's the way I am.
It's like making a joke about a cripple. It's not that you're cold hearted- it just seemed funny at the time. This is partly the same thing- I see a man at the edge, the thing to do would be to push...I mean, just to see it.
But I don't. Probably because it's exactly what Josh would want me to do. And we can't have that. So I hand him a beer and sit in my chair.
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