He started in the middle of a conversation.

Back in college there was this guy I knew, who whenever he came up to me he started a conversation like we had been talking for hours. Today, I don’t remember what he looked like or his name, in fact I don’t remember anything else about the guy. I do remember a conversation would start something like this:

That Guy: “Right after Rob puked all over the floor we ended up going out to the Cat’s Paw.”

Me: Oh yeah, that sounds like a good time. (Thinking: Wait a second, what? Who the hell is Rob? Why was he so sick?)

That Guy: “Yeah, not too bad…..”

It was always nice to see that guy in the hall and realize we could skip the formalities and get right to the meat of the conversation.

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