“The first ever VCR was the size of a piano,” Snake declared.

“No fuckin’ way,” contended Freaky John.

“It’s a fact.  I saw it on a Snapple bottle.”

Freaky John shook his head.  “Since when do you drink iced tea?  Fuckin’unbelievable.”

Snake did another line and wiped his nose.  “I’m telling ya, it’s true.  Size of a fucking piano.”

“What kind of piano?”

“What do you mean, what kind of piano?  A piano with keys on it, dickhead.”

Freaky John nodded.  “I’m saying, is it one of those little upright pianos like they have in school, or a motherfucking Liberace piano?”

Thoughtful now, Snake stroked his goatee.  “Oh, I see what you’re saying.  Yeah.  No, I don’t know what kind of piano.”

“Huh.”  The Freakster finished his beer, rolled his head back and let out an enormous belch.

“Kind of makes you wonder, though.”

Freaky John rolled his head back toward Snake.  “What?”

“Since when did pianos become a standard unit of measurement?”

“Hell, I don’t know.”

“Well, you should know, man.”

Freaky John started a giggle fit.  “Why should I know?”

“Well, you’re the one in law school.”

Suddenly serious, The Freakster nodded sagely.  “Oh, yeah.  Fuckin’ unbelievable.”

Copyright 2004 Amy Frushour Kelly. All rights reserved. Reproduction by any means prohibited without prior written consent.