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Travels With Charlie

I love my visits with Charlie. There are a few things to be counted on when he comes over. They are always on Sunday, he always brings something and he never arrives before 11 p.m. (except that whole supper experiment his sick, twisted mind wanted to try).
Charlie and I have only been friends for a few months. We met randomly, as most people do. He made me laugh. He likes the fact he cannot shock me. We have admitted things to each other we do not admit to other people. We are in related fields concerning our career choices. I would like to see him more, but he lives an hour away. It makes our once or twice monthly visits more fun, though. Charlie is a great guy.
He would be upset if I failed mention he is also good to look at. But I thought, nah, why stroke his already over-bearing ego?

Popcorn and a Porn

I remember one my first visits with Charlie. We were talking over Messenger and it was after midnight. We decided he could come over and bring a movie. We joked about what he could bring. He decided porn, before signing out.
Charlie had just a few days before hand come out of some serious surgery. Things were still up in the air, concerning it.
We had touched on his surgery before he had it, but we never talked at any great length about it. We had no history as friends. We did not know what could be tolerated. I knew he was worried. I was, too.
I was happy to see he was still handsome when he walked through my front door. The doctors had cut Charlie from his neck, up into his face.
He sat on my couch, offering me his neck, taking the role of a circus freak with some hideous deformity.
But there was nothing hideous about the pink, pulsating wound and stitches. It was a healthy pink. Charlie was going to be okay.
I took my fingers and lightly traced my fingers along his incision.
Then we settled in to eat popcorn and watch one of Charlie's favorite movies, Joe(1970).
Like I said, he can't shock me.

This past Sunday night, Charlie came over. He brought me the wrong sized coffee and showed me his new party trick. We watched bad comedy and travelled the area for an open fast food joint at two in the morning. He made me order my burger with pickles on it, because he did not want to wait in case they had to make me a fresh one.
I hope we never end up just sending each other Christmas cards.

I've called a few legions, Charlie. There is definitely something going on there.
We are going to have to infiltrate.
For some reason, they all have to call me back.

Comments

Elizabeth said…
Reply to your note: No problem, glad you liked the entry.

also, it's great when your friends are just as nocturnal as you are. :)
Queenie said…
You made me smile so wide, Jake. Thank you for finding the perfect words.
AJ in Nashville said…
Queenie, That was a great story as usual. Charlie sounds like just your type. As Jake referenced, may your adventures together be smooth and always fullfilling...

Are you feeling golden?

:)
Queenie said…
You have no idea how golden...
:)

Q

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