"you can deal with this or you can deal with that, this or that?"
Hamburgers. "Is your boyfriend gay? I think he is gay he just doesn't know it, yet," Ferdinand said to Isabella, "I think you are swimming in too deep of waters." It was 1492. Columbus sailed the ocean blue in search of hamburgers.
It was a foggy morning. It only took him two years to convince her to let him go. Sailing for hamburgers, and flies, and money. This or that, he would ask her, "this or that?" He was the only man that could make her scream, "Money." There is a fly on my hamburger. There should be a law against me being in love. I am too fickle. I had a mid-life-crisis at twenty. I used it to blame it on my indiscretions of money. Big Mac and a Coke. No Coke. Pepsi.
If I had a dime for every time we fought over money we wouldn't be fighting over money, honey. If I could get her to blame it on "the fog" I'd be golden. Like fries and arches and rings. If I could get her to get back on the table, or at least wear those high heels again.
Pat, fat, drunk and twenty nine is no way to go through life my father told me. Little did he know I was the best damn sailor east of the west Indies. "Great Admiral of the Ocean" laying the queen. Cheese turds. I tried. But couldn't keep it together.
