Friend of The Devil Posted November 15, 2012 Share Posted November 15, 2012 I lost my job, my wife divorced me, and i'd been evicted from my apartment and to top that off i had just gotten a flat tire that i couldn't afford to get repaired. I really was in a rut. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Friend of The Devil Posted November 15, 2012 Author Share Posted November 15, 2012 I'd been sleeping on my old buddy Larry from highschool's couch in his loft in a nicer part of the city. It was autumn and I decided to go for a walk, the sidewalks in his neighborhood are cobblestone, and the leaves had just changed color. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Friend of The Devil Posted November 15, 2012 Author Share Posted November 15, 2012 I approached her slowly, not wanting to startle her as we met for the first time. "Nice afternoon" I said smiling with my arms crossed and my red flannel scarf hanging over my tan overcoat. "It is. I'm waiting for a friend, we're going to see Babe: Pig in the City at the local cinema. Have you seen it yet?" She asked me. (the year was 1998 mind you). I answered that I was not interested in such trivial things as movies about talking farm animals. She understood and gave me her phone number and suggested I'd call two days from now, which I assured her I would. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Friend of The Devil Posted November 15, 2012 Author Share Posted November 15, 2012 The following day I'd spend with a phone in one hand and the want-ads section of the newspaper in the other looking for work. I must have called about 17 places, mostly restraunts only to be disappointed at either the wage or the fact I was useless to them due to my need to work a full time position. You see, at my last job I was a mechanic, but I'd done it all; construction, clerking, pumping gas, and just about every position you could fill in food service to say the least. That night when Larry got back to the apartment after his work was done at the swanky business firm he was employed at downtown we had some buddies over and watched the Pats play the Raiders over a game of 5 card holdem and some Red Dogs. After our friend Andy had taken every last cent out of Larry's pocketbook from us we all went out onto the deck for some Cohibas that our other pal Charlie had procured during a business trip to the florida keys. we stood out there under the dark blue sky making small talk enjoying the tobacco smoke. The Pats won of course and I passed out once again on Larry's black leather couch with a throw blanket over me still with my slacks on and the TV running paid advertisements for get rich quick schemes. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Friend of The Devil Posted November 15, 2012 Author Share Posted November 15, 2012 The next morning I woke with the pounding headache of a hangover. Larry had already gone to work and had left the newspaper open to the business section on the kitchen counter next to a half dranken cold pot of coffee. I made myself a bowl of cheerios and cleaned up the remnants of Larry's egg and sausage breakfast. As I washed the cast iron skillet in the sink with steel wool and a drop of Mr. Clean I couldn't help but think of the Gal I met near the fountain the other day. Her smile was like a shooting star aimed directly at my heart. I walked down the block to watch some street performers, there was a man about my age playing his own renditions of some classic songs on a Soprano Saxophone. I stood next to a college girl wearing a teal colored beret and her friend, put three dollars in the man's saxophone case and watched for a few songs. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Friend of The Devil Posted November 15, 2012 Author Share Posted November 15, 2012 That evening when Larry got home from work I threw some pre-marinated cajun sirloin tips from the supermarket on the george foreman, poured us some sam adams, and turned the TV on to watch Frasier, our favorite sitcom of the time. As we consumed our meat and beverage along with some mashed potatos and carrots that i'd whipped up earlier Larry asked me a couple of serious questions, "Kevin, what do you suppose you'll do when you move out of my apartment? What's the missing piece of this puzzle of ours we call life?" I took a deep breath before answering him "Well, Larry, I suppose that all depends on what kind of a curve ball is thrown at me as far as occupation goes to begin with. And as far as what's missing, well Larry, I guess we may never know." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Illuminati Posted November 15, 2012 Share Posted November 15, 2012 Yo I just read all that and only have one question. Why the fuck were you using mr clean on a cast iron skillet? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Friend of The Devil Posted November 15, 2012 Author Share Posted November 15, 2012 This story takes place in the 90's when Mr. Clean still had a dish soap. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Illuminati Posted November 15, 2012 Share Posted November 15, 2012 Yes but why would you use a dish soap on a cast iron skillet? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Friend of The Devil Posted November 15, 2012 Author Share Posted November 15, 2012 Larry's a bachelor and has been his whole life. Dude wakes up and eats his jimmy lean and eggs and Kevin don't know how to get the job done, he just uses the soap as a lubricant to help the steel wool cut through the grease. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Back In 88 Posted November 15, 2012 Share Posted November 15, 2012 Why is Kevin leaving the apartment? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
morton Posted November 15, 2012 Share Posted November 15, 2012 How has Larry been a bachelor his whole life? Did he not come from a family or a orphanage? Salt is how you clean cast iron. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Realism Posted November 15, 2012 Share Posted November 15, 2012 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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morton Posted November 15, 2012 Share Posted November 15, 2012 Enamel Cast Iron, however, can be cleaned with Bar Keepers Friend. BKF, not to be confused with BFK. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pet Posted November 15, 2012 Share Posted November 15, 2012 I came here for the pictures Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RIPS Posted November 15, 2012 Share Posted November 15, 2012 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Silba Posted November 15, 2012 Share Posted November 15, 2012 I boil water in the cast iron to clean it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Friend of The Devil Posted November 15, 2012 Author Share Posted November 15, 2012 Jeez tough audience we got here. Larry's been single his whole life, which is what i mean by "bachelor"- he lives the life of a playboy business exec. he does, however, have his bachelor's in business from BU, class of 83. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Illuminati Posted November 15, 2012 Share Posted November 15, 2012 See silba and morton know whats up and how to clean a cast iron, I would fuck one of my friends up if they used soap on my cast irons and ruined them, especially if they were using some mister clean on that shit. I would assume they were trying to poison me. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
theprotester Posted November 15, 2012 Share Posted November 15, 2012 I just cake it in salt and turn the flame up high, discard the salt, good to go. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
injury Posted November 15, 2012 Share Posted November 15, 2012 All my shit is paper. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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morton Posted November 15, 2012 Share Posted November 15, 2012 Paper or plastic? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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50million Posted November 16, 2012 Share Posted November 16, 2012 so um...what did you do? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
morton Posted November 16, 2012 Share Posted November 16, 2012 Electric boogaloo? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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