they sat semi-circled around the coffee table, drinking. they were quiet, guys who for the most part did not have much to say. except for one. he paraded them with stories, funny ones--belly-aching ones. and ones that made them smile. it was constant his stream of thought, filling up the silence with words they would soon forget.
but he was fun and served his purpose well. they could call him whenever they needed a few good chuckles and he delivered every single time. he seemed to be filled with funny anecdotes of things that they suspected could not have always have happened to him.
a few were jealous, at times. he had a way with people that drew them to him. the females especially were drawn to him, to his funny-ness, his light-heartedness, his easiness that called to question whether he could ever be sad.
no clouds seemed to cross his path and the plains of his soul saw very little rain. his sun shone bright and his moon too.
there must be something wrong with him they thought. how could one be so happy all the time? but every time he came around they would forget to ask. caught up in his stories, his laughter, his eyes shining bright as he relayed another incident that caused them to hold their stomachs in as laughter erupted from them and the good feeling remained.
the next day though they would remember. and wonder.
but he was fun and served his purpose well. they could call him whenever they needed a few good chuckles and he delivered every single time. he seemed to be filled with funny anecdotes of things that they suspected could not have always have happened to him.
a few were jealous, at times. he had a way with people that drew them to him. the females especially were drawn to him, to his funny-ness, his light-heartedness, his easiness that called to question whether he could ever be sad.
no clouds seemed to cross his path and the plains of his soul saw very little rain. his sun shone bright and his moon too.
there must be something wrong with him they thought. how could one be so happy all the time? but every time he came around they would forget to ask. caught up in his stories, his laughter, his eyes shining bright as he relayed another incident that caused them to hold their stomachs in as laughter erupted from them and the good feeling remained.
the next day though they would remember. and wonder.
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