Jason is my dear friend. He is gay, an accomplished artist, an incurable fashion victim, music collector and exceptional dancer. I met with him yesterday.
I SAID:
“You look good, you look young, but honey you look like crazy crap!! What’s up with you?”
(His eyes are bulging out. His hair is longer than usual and unusually messy. He needs to shave right away)
HE SAID:
“Have you looked at the internal polls?? How about the battleground States??”
(For sometime now we only talk about politics and the campaign. He is extremely knowledgeable and has dedicated the past year to the political blogs, political newspapers, political talk shows, political banter and arguing. All else bothers and bores Jason. Nobody can pry him away from his obsession so all his good friends are now concerned and bothered by his peculiar behavior).
I SAID:
“Yes I have been looking at all that, but what is up with you???” You never go out anymore, don’t answer your cell and don’t go to the gym, don't paint.”
HE SAID:
“Everything seems to be good, but I don’t know, what about the turnout? Did you hear Dean today?” "I am going to light some candles."
I SAID:
“What?? When did you start praying? You are an agnostic!!!" "Don’t obsess. We are going to get all those voters out but….. what is up with you?”
HE SAID:
“I swear Bitch I can’t take it anymore, another week of this is going to kill me. I think all is OK but do you think it will be???” "What about the turn out?
I SAID:
“Yes all will be OK but……… what is up with you?”
His eyes bulge out and I swear they water. He looks up at the sky, lifts his arms up high, swings them, looks directly into my eyes and pronounces very, very seriously -
“I can’t wait for this to be over, I just want to go back to being a Fag!!!”
I double up laughing
