Memories of Meals I Had Forgotten

 You can feel the last bits of last night’s dinner as they come loose from the gaps between your teeth.

In an instant, you recall the mountainous lasagna and soupy house salad, you had at Somme hole-in-the wall that Paris said was the best in town.

Never take restaurant recommendations from the Talent.  Trying to be s team player will always leave yo reaching for the antacids.  Every single time.

Then, he used his left.

Caught my tongue between my teeth.

More memories of meals I had forgotten.

I don’t know what they’re doing, but they’re taking their sweet time.

“Oh, we need a stall for half-a-day.  Let’s send Willie.”

I can’t tell you how many times I got the short straw while Jim, or Rollin, or even Barney in the later years, would go off and work the mark.

“Get yourself caught, and keep them busy while we do this one thing.”

The “one thing” was, invariably, the toughest part of the play, and would take way longer than planned.

And, while they were sweating over which wire to cut, I would be getting the crap beat out of me.

After a while, you get numb to the beatings.  It was the shots that took it out of you.

Like first year philosophy students, there was no agreement on what constituted truth, and so there were as many different varieties of “truth sera” as there were dictatorships and criminal organizations we would go up against.

I remember this one job where I had to fill some time and I worked my way up the organizational chart of interrogators and each one of them had a different truth serum.

It struck me as funny at the time, and I got very philosophical about truth.

Aren’t we all just searching for knowledge?

It seemed only right that each serum deserved its own truth.

Okay, this guy is really starting to piss me off.