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bustin your balls.” Cedric whispered, his mom was somewhat frivolous in her younger days and I think Charles is still a little touch about the subject.”
                  The rest of the men nodded trying not to laugh all but Tim. Tim was standing a few feet up trying to ignore the two men. Thomas said, “Dude if you want to go down to the wecome home thing, we can watch the bar for ya.”
                  Tim ignored his pleas to leave them alone with his liveliehood realziing that the screaming and yelling ws not subsiding but that they were only growing. He raised a hand trying to get the men to shut up but it was useless. He screamed at them, “Shut the fuck up will ya, I think there’s something going on.”
                  Cedric said, “Don’t tell me to shut up damn it, there ain’t nothing going on over there but a bunch of kids all hyped up over some dumb shit welcome home thing. They’ll settle down it’s probably jus the kids getting off the bus. You just don’t understand what it is like to get a heros welcome home.”
                  Tim didn’t see a point in mentioning the welcome home he’d gotten at the airport when he was in his twenties and had just returned home from war.”
                  The fifth man of the group Phillip came out patting his chest looking for a pack of smokes that he’d already know weren’t there before he had came out. Tim had forgotten he’d been at the bar in the first place he had been in there for so long. He smiled and walked up to Thomas pulling his pack of smokes from his shirt pocket and took two out of there. “After sex and after shits you gotta have a double smoke man.”
                  Thomas snatched at his hand but Phillip already placed one behind his ear and was lighting the other one. “You ass you know they sell those things at the gas station right, they come in nice little neatly bound packages of twenty at a time. If you ask nice they’ll give ya a pack of matches to.”
                  Philip drew on the smoke hard looking as if he was thinking of the way to cure problems in the world. “But Thomas, I mean Thomas Reed would you have feel so good about yourself if i’d have stopped and bought smokes and you couldn’t have been such a valuable friend?”
                  Cedric said, “Dude shut up and look over there, what the hell is that?”
                  Philip who hadn’t been inundated with the high school football talk was still fresh and completely in a good mood. He put a hand over his eyes as if to study the horizon he said, “Now Cedric i’m not you know one hundred percent sure, so please forgive me if i’m wrong, but it would seem, now help me boys if you have a better description, but the black stuff going up in the air, may or may not be smoke.”
                  “Well thank you very effing much captain obvious god your useful as a hooker that wants to cuddle. I meant why is their black smoke rolling up, you guys think we ought to roll up there and see what’s going on?”
                  Thomas rose a hand to inject. “You really want to head over there and see what’s going on? If we do and the sheriff sees us he’s going to pick us up for dwi you know and we’ll piss our entire weekend away in the Adel jail. That sound like something you want to do?”
                  Cedric thought about this as did Philip and they concluded that no they did not have any interest in going to jail this fresh into their weekend. Cedric did not, did not want to have to call his wife Lana to come and pick him up, and Philip knew well that if he called his wife Lori that she would come down with a box and a pair of scissors with which to put her newly cut trophies in. Tim said, “So what you just want to go back in the bar and mind your own? You don’t care about any sense of civic