William’s puff of smoke
“Is it why I drink?”
“What?”
“Is it why I drink? Because I am going to have a rum and coke.”
“Thought we was keeping it friendly?”
“Right.”
“I just think If there was a hell this would be a little like it.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“Of course.”
“This coffee taste like hell. Rum would stand it right up”
“How can you drink that?”
“I’m not sure.”
“What?”
“I mean I don’t know.”
“After thinking. everything I read—all of it, positive or negative it is all like puff of smoke that is floating in many different directions before disappearing for the next one. As soon as I step outside I don’t trust any of it.”
“Hell?”
“What?”
“Is that you are calling it?”
“All of it hell and I’m happy that it is here.”
“What?”
“I’m happy that we found it.”