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Carl finishes up the phone call with his son in “The Hippie Whisperer“… Carl is in the first person.

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“You’re the second person today to call me old.”

“Struck a nerve, did it?” said the brat. “Are the guys coming over tonight, as usual?”

The “guys” were three faculty members at Baden who were about my age. We hung out together most Friday nights at my house, playing as many games—board games or otherwise—as we could stand and getting drunk in order to forget the fact that we didn’t get laid regularly, whether gay or straight. At least, that was my assumption. They usually spent the night, using the couch, sleeping bags, or the spare bedroom. Unless they just passed out on the floor.

“Of course they are. It’s tradition.”

“Geez. You guys need to get laid already. Tell them I said hi. I gotta go. Dre and I have an end of semester party to crash. Love you, bye!”

“Hey wait!” I said, but he was already gone.

Love you, too.

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Continuing with “The Hippie Whisperer” – Carl is feeling left out, and old…

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“Yeah, I’m here.” Just feeling a little left out, is all. “So tell me about the exams. Did you ace them all?”

“Of course, I did. I’m looking forward to the core courses. The pre-req stuff was boring.” Spoken as only someone with a high I.Q. could.

“Oh good. My ears won’t have to listen to your whining anymore about being under-challenged.”

“You’re my dad. It’s your job to listen to me complain.”

“That’s what you think.”

“I have you wrapped around my finger and you know it.”

“Derp!”

“Please, Dad. You’re too old to quote South Park.”

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Continuing with “The Hippie Whisperer” – Carl wants to pick up his son at the airport, but Chester’s boyfriend’s mom will do that instead…

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“Oh. Okay.” I [Carl] tried not to let disappointment overwhelm me.

Dre was Chester’s boyfriend. They were both sophomores in college. Turned out, Dre lived an hour away from our house. I actually liked this one. He had a brain and wasn’t too flashy a dresser. The sight of rhinestones and fuchsia tended to give me palpitations, and I had already experienced that with a previous boyfriend. Thankfully, Dre leaned toward more sober attire, if you didn’t count the eyeliner and multiple piercings on his ear lobes. I was very grateful.

“Dad? Still there?”

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Welcome to Rainbow Snippets weekend!

Today, I am sharing bits from another story called “The Hippie Whisperer” – published by JMS Books.

Basic premise of the story: Carl needs to learn how to let his adult son live his own life, and his son Chester is trying to find him a boyfriend. 😀 This scene is near the beginning of the story, with a phone call from Chester.

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I [Carl] had worked as a counselor for almost twenty years. It was a job I loved, helping students meet their goals, solving problems. Lately, it took my mind off the empty house, now that Chester was away at school, living his own life. Kept the loneliness I barely acknowledged at bay.

My cell phone rang as I buckled myself into the car. Speak of the devil. I put it on speaker. “Hey, buddy! How’s it going?”

“Hi, Dad,” Chester said, his voice a little tinny over the speaker.

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