Bagman slouches in the chair across from
After a brief interlude during which they watch the Superbowl Game together, pleased that their beloved Steelers manage to pull off a victory in the last few seconds.
Bagman scoffs, “What kind of person uses the word ‘inebriated,’ for Pete’s sake…or should I be more proper and say ‘for Peter’s sake’? Peter. Get it? Peter.” Bagman cracks himself up.
“Don’t change the subject. I can’t let you ruin our reputation and the reputation of our benefactor by taking your clothes off whenever you want to!”
Bagman stares straight into
Bagman considers spitting again but realizes that this will just set off a meaningless cycle which, although it would be a fine metaphor for his relationship to
“And they all want to get naked!”
“Fiddlesticks! Fiddlesticks! Fiddlesticks!”
“Bagman sighs, lets out a deep breath which is really the same thing as sighing, and says, “Maybe not always the way your little anal retentive mind interprets it. Just because I’m coarse doesn’t mean I’m shallow. Clothing is only one layer you can shed. And one of the least interesting, except maybe for the co-eds that were on the street a few minutes ago. This whole blogging thing that our benefactor has dragged us into is focused around exposure. People wanting to show themselves to each other. Thoughts, feelings, beliefs, desires. And other people wanting to look!”
“Can’t you see it?” Bagman moves in to hammer in the point. “Blogspot is a nudist colony!” He shoots his fist in the air as a victory sign and the other side of his coat falls open.
On the other side of his closed eyelids, he hears the sound of spittle landing on his carpet.