Running the Race of Life

For whatever reason, my friend Nick was carrying around a Barbie doll with him one week. He kept her in an iPod case in his pocket and slid her out when he wanted to show her to people. He made the mistake of showing this doll to me when I had a couple of drinks in me and I really don’t care for grown men to be walking around with dolls. So I took its head between my teeth and bit it off. Needless to say, he wasn’t pleased. Of course he forgave me within a few minutes. The running joke between all my friends is the fact that Nick likes me better than his girlfriend Lisa. He tends to hover over me and demand my approval of everything he says. One night, he came out to a bar without Lisa and actually drove 60 miles even though the place was closing in an hour. He apparently only did this because I had jokingly told him that if he showed up I would let him buy me a shot of whiskey. And, of course, he did. Actually, he bought me more than one shot of whiskey. And despite all this, he had been claiming to not have any money. No one ever has no money. There’s always enough for at least one shot.