“It’s never been about the glory and attention. You know this, Drew.”
“I’m just sayin’. At least take a fucking vacation. You look like shit,” he said.
“You just wanna have time to take advantage of this weather,” I said, grinning.
“It’s prime surfing weather, dude! I can’t have a job that takes me from my first love now.”
“I still don’t know how you do that,” I said.
“It’s all about being one with the waves, dude. Riding its current instead of trying to control it.”
“And not being a meathead who breaks a board when he stands on it.”
“I still don’t know how you did that. Never seen it in all the years I’ve been lovin’ those waves,” he said.
“To each their own,” I said as
I grabbed my milkshake. “And speaking of, did you see our gas station across the street?”
“You mean our old bank?” he asked.
“You’re an idiot. Have you seen the sold sign in the window?”
“No way. Someone actually bought the place?” he asked.
“Apparently. What do you think they’ll turn it into this time?” I asked.
“We haven’t seen a craft shop yet,” he said.
“Or a hardware store.”
“Oh, maybe they’re gonna turn it back into a bank.”
“It’s never been a bank, and it’ll never be a bank,” I said.
“Says you. You don’t know shit,” Drew said, grinning.
“Maybe it’ll be some rich yuppie that’ll turn it into one of those legal pot shops.”
“Rich yuppie? Who the hell are you? Some crotchety old rich woman who hates millennials?”
“You hate millennials, Drew.”
“We are millennials, Bryan.”
“But not the kind people hate,” I said.
“I fucking hope not,” he said. “A pot shop? Really?”
“They’re all over the place now that it’s legal for medicinal purposes,” I said.
“You think they’d give some to you for having bullshit parents? Because your family gives me headaches.”
“Because they hate you,” I said.
“I still don’t know why. I’m so kind to them when I went over there more.”
“Because you’re a surfer dude who hangs out with me, that’s why,” I said.