It’s good to hook up with friends, even if some of them are a bit crazy. I did that during the past couple of days. We joked and I laughed like I haven’t for a long time.
Later, when things became somber, we talked about work and how it seems we can never get ahead, which led us to wondering why, blaming the government, and bashing politics and woe-ing how the system doesn’t work for The People any longer.
We came to conclusions but no answers, even when someone brought up the idea that 9-11 was a hoax, how the buildings collapsed too neatly (as in expertly demolished) instead of toppling and causing more damage than what happened, how the planes were flying too slow (their engines would have stalled at that speed), and how they believe it’s a ploy by our government to keep us Americans at bay.
I’m a rational thinker most of the time, and I’m no newbie to illegal political acts and conspiracy theories (JFK, the Apollo moon landing, the DaVinci Code), so I had plenty of questions. Some of my friends were surprised when I didn’t side with their theories. After all, we were discussing mysteries where missing information created speculation and conjecture. Look how long our planet was flat.
The theories from my friends ran rampant and I enjoyed every minute of our banter. As a writer I immersed in the fiction and the fact and ended the day with incredible story ideas.
“You guys and writing keep me sane,” I told my friends.
“And never off the hook,” they pointed out.
Never.
