We sat talking about our trip to KC when the advertisement turned
on. I paused and stared at the TV. I immediately thought about
Bowman and Hometown and The Club.
When the ad was over I sighed and went over to the bar and poured
myself a Coke and Jameson, feeling the urge for a strong drink. I poured half a
glass of whiskey and then topped it off with Coke.
“They’ll make TV about anything these days.” D said as he
stared at the now muted TV. “You going to watch?” He asked over his shoulder
I took a hard swallow of my Coke and Jameson as I walked
back to the couch, “Honestly watching it is just going to make me miss Bowman.
So no.”
“It’s a different club and you already miss him.” D said,
pointing out the obvious.
I sunk back down onto the couch, “I won’t be watching. I don’t
need to watch some stupid show.”
“I’ll DVR it just in case.” He said searching for the shows
name.
I sighed, “It’s a stupid show.”
He nodded.
“Curiosity killed the cat.” I mumbled then took another hard
swallow.
“Uh huh.” He said fixed on the TV.
I rolled my eyes and thought about Bowman. Watching that
show would make me miss him, just like American choppers, Top shot, and Sons of
Anarchy already do. Except this is a show about a club…
I won’t be watching…
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