Wednesday, January 31, 2007
the dude rules.
"your an #$@hole Stewball" I shouted as I walked out of the sheetrock dust covered room.
he paused for a moment then blurted
this being our code for I'm serious don't push anymore.
My stomach sank I didn't mean to shout that out.
"I'm sorry Stewball, I didn't mean it"
We made a pact later that afternoon not to talk to each other the next day.