The simple fact is when men are alone together, we don't talk about our women or jobs, or how we wish we could forge closer relationships with our fathers. I'm not saying it's healthy. I'm sure it's not. Some of us keep it bottled up inside and have ulcers, heart attacks or eventually a neighbourhood reign of terror with a stolen Zamboni. That's why World War Two should basically be considered just another form of group therapy for men.
Bar fights are really two men trying to let each other feel their pain.
Nothing brings you closer to your fellow man than a good boot to the groin. We've been friends for more than 20 years. She thinks I'm lying. She thinks there's some big secret conversation going on between the beers and cigars. That we're talking about our hopes and dreams, secret longings or maybe our vision for world peace.