Harry's House

Harry thinks he has it covered: a case of cold Bud in the fridge a bag of weed on the kitchen table some good skin flicks for the VCR Yeah, Mary think's he's all alone and suffering she's packed up and left but no, Harry's on the phone, and Larry says he's coming over to do Guy Stuff. Anything goes in Harry's house. Larry arrives. Harry cracks a brew (none for Larry, who's on the wagon) and puts some porn on. The guys watch some silicone babe take it from behind and Harry, cracking his third brew calls out, boy, she don't move like Mary! Fat spliffs are lit and inhaled with glee; and Harry chokes through the smoke, "Mary would have a fit if she was here to see this but she ain't! Anything goes in Larry's House!" Gary pulls up in his Chevy; more brews are cracked the guys laugh loud that silicone chick entertains two fat ones on the screen; the guys roar with approval. Night comes. Beer and weed are gone, and Gary and Larry slink home to the their wives, expecting trouble. Harry sits alone on the sofa half drunk, with Bud cans rolling on the table and the floor. The VCR is silent, the house is dark and in the company only of peanuts, chips, and bourbon, Larry silently weeps for Mary. Written January 5th, 2002 © on Jan 05 2002 10:09 AM PST   0 • 1