Into the Night, Glibly I Go…

George came over late last night. I was sitting at my computer reading. The knock on the door startled me. I wasn’t expecting company so late.

“Hey George,” I said as I opened my door and he walked inside.

“I hate to ask you this,” George said. “But I be needin’ to borrow twenty dollars.”

I walked into my bedroom to grab my wallet and gave George the twenty dollars. One thing about George is that he always pays me back.

“What happened to that chick you used to be dating?” George then asked me.

“That’s a sore spot with me and I would rather not talk about it,” I told him.

“She sure was pretty,” George replied.

“She thought you were a bad influence upon me,” I said.

George laughed.

“She dumped me,” I finally told George. “I guess she thought I was too crazy to deal with.”

“You ain’t crazy,” George replied.

George ended up staying for quite a long time until I got too sleepy to stay up any longer. We sat and watched TV as we talked. I like it when George is sober. He is so much more pleasant to be around. He acts so silly when he is drinking and it gets tiresome.