Five thousand years of politics between us, but all I could see on the table was a couple plates of Fajitas and two beers. So instead of poetry we swapped scar stories. Her involuntary C-Section, drunken doctor, and permanent cramps. My cliff-side rock fight, drunken surfer buddies, and the swarms of flies. I told her about sliding into first base.
Nobody slides into first.
You can just run right past it. But I didn't know that. I was a nerd, an outcast. My daddy never showed me how to play ball and no wonder nobody ever swept up all that broken glass. Geez, I thought I had you beat until the glass, she chuckled.