The High Five + One
Count them, five men who meet regularly for the sole purpose of comradeship and belly laughs. The five, + one of course, diverse from one another as humanly possible, provide ingredients for a total insanity stew.
Rules of the "club": Interrupt at will. Say anything outrageous, unspeakable, hilarious, crazy ----otherwise just shut and listen!.
The five are Wayne, Patrick, Bernard, Andy and Me Milton and The Plus One in Anthony.
Wayne, Minister, Bishop as well, talks endlessly on all subjects, divine, profane or fire-brimstone holy hell.
Patrick, Capitalistic writer, moralist, an artist vulnerable to feminine allure, interrupts the discourse with his own special agenda.
Bernard, Capitalist as well, a passionate Gaulist, more tolerant, laid back, tries to keep this mutinous crew from sinking the ship.
Andy, wild card Artist/Sculptor/Philosopher apprentice Exorcist, comes up with subjects nobody understands ---voo-doo, religion, eroticism, causing group pandemonium..
Me(Milton) Renegade Deity, romantic interlocutor a creative Photographer par-excellence,maintains semblance of order interjecting subtle blasphemous utterances mixed with bliss-phamy, sustaining a turbulent ferment..
+one Anthony was a add on after the writing of this story so I will have to tell you more later but he is also a capitalist and Photographer par-excellence, as well as the expert on Picasa photo system.
It is but a pity these mangled encounters are not taped or recorded by a Secretary. Such would provide X-rated morsels for the internet blogs--- unfortunately none of these vigorous dinosaurs know mush about computers. with the exception of Wayne and Anthony
After two hours plus of unrelenting madness, they return to lives of fantasy, hoping to survive until next session. This incorrigible geriatric insurgency longs for feminine intellectual stimulation of their proceedings.
By Milton Edelman
February 5767
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