I Manipulated an Old Friend . . .
into taking me out to lunch. Then I watched a couple of music videos at his place. I started to feel drowsy, and a pillow and blanket magically appeared next to me.
“How come you always know what I want?” I asked him.
“Are you sure you want to know?” he replied.
I nodded, so he went on: “Because, ultimately, it’s a pretty short list.”
“Oh. Okay. By the way: fuck you.”
