Tie Dyed Shirt By D.I. Jolly
Johnny looked up at his friend.
“I trusted you.”
“I know, and, and for that I am sorry.”
The two men stared at each other. One feeling malicious sorrow the other helpless pity.
“I… I still don’t understand.”
“In the same way that the scorpion who asks the frog for a ride across the river will sting him, knowing it causes both their deaths. This is simply in my nature.”
The room was silent for a moment until finally Johnny let out a sigh and announced.
“That’s bullshit! Metaphors are nice and all but come on, you’re a person like I’m a person. I’m sure you want there to be some higher meaning but, really, there isn’t. So tell me, why are my all shirts on fire?”
Josh looked at his friend and sighed.
“Man, do I really have to explain it? They’re embarrassing, not just for you but for me and for everyone else. Everyone who sees you is a little embarrassed.”
“No! That’s not true, they’re awesome. They show off my how open-minded I am, and how chilled.”
“No, they show off how much of a fashion victim you are, and how much you hope hippie chicks will think you’re cool.”
They stared at each other for a few moments.
“But did you really have to set them on fire?”
“I think you know the answer to that.”
“Ok, but did you really have to set them on fire in our kitchen?”
Again they stared at each other in silence.
“I will admit, I regret that the house burnt down, but I still think that ultimately it’s for the best.”