When I turned to remark about the penis in ‘’yeard’’ sale, the male half of my two friends Derek, a giant of a man, six feet four at least, his bald head shining in the afternoon sun, his front teeth visible behind lips stretched into a wide smile, loomed larger and larger within my field of vision until only the buttons on his plaid shirt were visible.
I closed my eyes and felt a hard embrace. Since I hadn’t seen Derek in a while I returned the favor while pounding the right side angel bone of his back with my open hand.
When I pulled back from his hug and looked up at his smiling face, his eyes wide and round and blue, his mouth still stretched side to side, his teeth still showing I heard him say, ‘’Can you believe how that guy spelled yard?”
I turned my head again to look at the yard sign where I saw Scooter Guy attempting to saddle his scooter having tipped it right side up all by himself …