Meet with old friends.

After breakfast your father tells you that Tommy Lang still lived in town, in fact he was a bouncer at your father's pub. Your dad gives you his number and you call him at to set up a lunch with the huge man.

Tommy Lang was one of your best friends growing up, only Doe was closer to you than him.

You throw on a pair of jeans and a white tshirt and head out the door at about eleven thirty to meet him at the local diner.

By coincidence you pull into the parking lot as he's stepping out of his pick up. The six foot eight inch behemoth smiles as he sees you and waits for you to walk up to him and shake his hand. He pulls you into a back breaking hug, "Holy fucking crap man, it is good to see you."

Having had the air squeezed out of you you have no way of responding, instead just pound his back to try and get him to let you go.

"Oh, shit, sorry man. You should see me with my kids. It just ain't easy to hold back man." He says as he lets you go.

Taking two deep breaths to make sure that your lungs still work you slap him on this shoulder, "You have kids bro? Who was so unlucky to get stuck with you?"

"You remember Janice Thompson?"

You search your memory and what comes up is a rather tall blond cheerleader with large breasts, "Yeah, she was on the cheer leading squad. Co captain... You did not..."

"Yeah. She's the missus now. Three beautiful kids. I'd die for them, seriously."

"I know the feeling." You say with a grin, though you really don't.

Tommy looks at you surprised, "You ran into Doe?"

"Well, yeah, what does she have to do with it?"

Tommy blinks, "Nothing...nothing. Anyhow, let's go eat, I'm famished."

"You're always hungry man." You say with a grin following behind your ex-center.