Geek Nirvana

This is part of an actual conversation I had with a friend several years ago.  It makes me laugh:

Buddy: How was your weekend?
Me: Best. Weekend. Ever.
Buddy: Yeah?
Me: Yeah.
Buddy: How so?
Me: Got laid for starters.
Buddy: Nice!
Me: Very.
Buddy: She hot?
Me: Very.
Buddy: Sweet!
Me: Yes, but it gets better.
Buddy: Crazy sex?
Me: Yes, but it gets better.
Buddy: Okay…
Me: Not only did I have crazy sex, but I had crazy sex on the floor in front of a sweet-ass, wide-screen, hi-def television that was playing Bladerunner.
Me: Yeah.
Buddy: Holy shit!
Me: Yeah.
Buddy: What kind of TV was it?

Tim Hatch lives in a secret volcano headquarters somewhere in the South Pacific, where he controls the world economy and writes confessional poetry about his disappointing childhood.

His poetry has been published in MungBeing, East Jasmine Review, The Pacific Review, The Vehicle, Touch: The Journal Of Healing, Apeiron Review, and he is the recipient of the 2014 Felix Valdez Award.

He finds writing about himself in the third person to be an overtly seductive invitation to tell lies.

He once captured a French Eagle at Talavera.

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