"He said the guy was selling pot."
"I said I had some and would bring it right over..."
"I went to Brent's place that evening."
"There he was."
"The guy that tried to kick me in the head twice and had earlier showed me his National Security Agent I.D. Wallet."
"I wasn't nervous at all."
"He went to the refrigerator..."
"I asked him where his Jewish Star Of David was???"
"He at first didn't want to say anything but then said his father was Jewish..."
"I figured I would tell them all that I had glaucoma in both eyes and smoked pot because of this disease."
"I sat down next to him on the couch and Jeanine, in-the-spirit, plopped down joyfully next to him."
"I had told her that even though he was Jewish and had showed me his Jewish Star Of David medallion around his neck, he was the reincarnation genetic regeneration of our son when we were Percys in Northern France and that he had married her best friend Denise Vivas who was at the Percian time a daughter of Neil Diamond who was born just the year before I was after King Arthur had been murdered by Mordred or Marilynn Manson which put out the sun for three days and nights."
"After I sat down, I lit up a bowl and passed it to him."
"I noticed he was sweating profusely from his forehead."
"I wondered if he hadn't seen Jeanine plop down next to him on the couch..."
"He appeared to be extremely nervous..."
"Maybe guilty????"
"He shook his head, "No." which surprised me 'cause Brent had said he was trying to sell some to him and wanted to smoke."
"I figured he was an anti-social typology of personality."
"He did try to kick me in the head twice."
"I saw him setting up for the kicks."
"Apparently these National Security Agents are bullies."
"The television was on and Brent joyfully told me how this was a Viking game and that he was a long time Viking fan!!!"
"I decided to tell a little about my football history for the former son and that I would've ended up in Saigon with him, if I hadn't gotten an Honorable Discharge in March of 1973."
"I was telling him about Tom James, the lefthanded backup quarterback telling me to run as fast as I could for a long one, tossing the ball to me as hard as he could, and my reaching out both times and barely catching his pass on the tips of my fingers..."
"I stumbled over a cheerleader the second time and lost the ball."
"Suddenly, in the middle of my recalling of my earlier life, he turned to me and said, "Hey!!??? Do you ever stop talking???**&$$##!!"
"I said, "Sure."
"I told him I had glaucoma and if I was busted for pot, I could contact the Glaucoma Foundation and they would have me sentenced to California where it is legal to smoke marijuana if you have glaucoma..."
"I finished my pipe and left."
"He Was An Anti-Social Human Being."