45 - Resolutions

     "Mine?  My resolutions are to gain 40 lbs., smoke two packs of cigarettes a
day, go another $30,000 in debt, and get at least two girls pregnant.  Hopefully
they will be of age."
     I let the smoke hang in the air.  The good thing about crisp winter air is
how good that first drag of an American Spirit feels.  We couldn't smoke in the
bar and we weren't going to sit in a car outside of a bar just to smoke.  I
don't need those type of rumors flying around.
     "Some days you disgust me," said Paris trying to keep the cold out.  She
was wearing white Eskimo boots, a thick white winter coat and painted on ski
pants.
     "Other days you just amuse me.  Seriously why don't you write about me
more.  There need to be more Paris stories."  Her hat was pulled down to her
sunglasses.  You could just see her red lips contrast with her cheeks.
     "We don't hang out!  I have no frame of reference for you.  Every time we
meet it's by some random chance.  Think about it, every time we plan to do
something it never happens.  Sushi, massages, etc."
     "Touche.  I'm a busy girl.  That will be my resolution.  I will bless you
with the grace of my presence ... once or twice."
     I just laughed quietly to myself.  "That still falls in the category of
planning.  You and me.  We can't plan.  Look at my resolutions."  I said
releasing a slow deep drag.
     "What's up with those fucked up resolutions?"
     "I look at it this way, most people can't stick to those little bullshit
promises they make to themselves.  Most of the time they end up doing the
opposite of what they have planned so I figure.."
     "You'll lose 40 lbs, quit smoking, blah, blah, blah..."
     "Ding, Ding, ding, ding, ding.  Who's the big winner here?!? Paris, Paris
is the big winner!"
     "You are such an asshole."
     "Maybe I'll add that to the list.  Be less of an asshole to Paris." I said
flicking my Spirit into the freezing wind.
     "Asshole."
That Beautiful Black Man