Cheech & Bong
CHEECH & BONG
My Neighbor Friend: Hi, Tim!
Tim: Hi, Cheech!
Cheech: Whatcha doin’?
Tim: Walking.
Cheech: Are you reading a book?
Tim: I like reading and walking. What are you doing?
Cheech: Reed and I are smoking weed!
Reed: You want any?
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Tim: (With genuine appreciation for my friends.) Hahahaha! (Abruptly stark.) No.
Cheech: (To his brother.) Don’t offer him any. We could run out. (To Tim.) We’re also drinking.
Reed: You sure you don’t want any wacky weed or Schlitz Malt liquor?
Tim: You guys are quite the liquor pickers, but I think I’ll stick with my steak & salsa.
Cheech: You’re no fun, Tim.
Weed (I mean, “Reed”): Hey, Cheech, we’re outa beer.
Cheech: Well, get your credit card!
My neighbors: good humored and fun — but from my point of view, impervious to reason, example, and the dire warnings provided by their own bodies.
Next story: July 13, 2017
