Vinnie was there at 8 on Saturday, as usual, right on time. He might have been a lot of things, but being late wasn’t one of them. He was dressed just like always, jeans, sneakers, and tee-shirt. Tonight’s t-shirt had the name Iron Maiden splashed across the front of it with a shot of Eddie in all of his vicious Eddie glory.
Mike showed up about twenty minutes later, as usual, not on time.
Vinnie wasn’t pleased when he saw his friend stroll up the driveway. “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been hanging back in the shadows afraid someone would see me here, about pissed myself twice.”
“My old man got to going off about God and baptism again. He had one of those religious groups over. It was all I could do to break out of there. Man, he’s such a hard ass when it comes to that stuff. I guess he didn’t like my Metallica shirt.”
“At least it ain’t like my old man.”
“I think I would take the beating over what I got tonight.”
Vin, who knew, no one would like a beating like he usually got from his old man, jumped the conversation back to a happier topic . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Did you miss a post? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to catch up. Have a great Sunday.