Friendly Game Night

Jack E was your best friend all through middle school and high school. You´d been interested in the same kinds of girls, the same kinds of sports, the same kinds of games. You were nerds, really, but that all felt fine. You knew that this was a friendship that would last forever.

So it wasn´t all that strange when he showed up to your house with a two player game and slammed it down on the table.

You picked up the game and inspected the contents. You read the name out loud, questioningly.

¨I thought it would make a good change. Something that will break us out of our funk.¨

¨I didn´t know we were in a funk.¨

¨Oh come on,¨ Jack E says. ¨We set around and play games and drink almost every night. We might as well be married.¨

Under his breath he adds, ¨with this game we might be.¨

¨What was that?" you ask.

¨Oh nothing,¨ he says. He cracks open a beer and sips it. He hands it to you with his usual explanation ¨Buyer´s tax.¨

You sip the beer, and cracks another one for himself. You look down at the game.