invites me to join a think tank
he belongs to.
cool. i say.
what do you think about.
well, he says.
not a lot of thinking goes on.
and if it does it's when
some hottie comes into
the bar and we pause
to give her a rating.
one to ten, but
we mostly catch up with
each other
and discuss women and beer.
stuff like that. cars,
how to work on our abs
and biceps, you know?
wow, i say. i haven't seen my
abs since the nixon administration.
he laughs.
it's a really low brow think
tank, he says.
we're not talking finance,
or politics, science
any of that brain numbing stuff.
you don't need a college
degree or even
a GED. but two of the guys
have actually read a book or two.
self help books
before their wives divorced them.
we meet a six at Mike's Grill
at the end of the bar.
it sounds like happy hour,
i tell him.
no, he says. not at all.
don't call it that.
it's a think tank.
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