One of my buddies, Steven, wanted me to go fishing with him for the weekend. I am not all that excited about fishing or camping, but at least he had an RV so we would not be sleeping on the ground with all the dirt and bugs. Steven sent me a text message letting me know that he was five minutes away, so I could drag my crap to the curb and toss it in when he drove up. I did add several distractions to my bags, just in case the fish weren’t biting. I thought it might save us from staring blankly at each other for lack of entertainment. One of the things was my tablet; at least I could read e-books if nothing else. Steven pulled up in a medium-sized newer model motor home and towing a boat. Hell the thing had air conditioning; how bad could the weekend be? At least we wouldn’t be swatting mosquitoes and sweating. “Hey Joe, need any help with your stuff?” Steven asked as he gave a faux move to help. He wasn’t getting up from his comfy seat and we both knew it. “Naw, I’m okay; ...
By Seth Cybertar