Another Story

I'll try and do a little better throwing in some more of my stories. I've received some requests from some of my readers for more and I appreciate the support. This is a story I wrote a while ago, I'm not sure when, I wrote it on the back of a "to do" list which has, register car as one of my things to do. So, that would place it somewhere around October of 2007. Anyway, here it is. Let me know what you think.

"We'll never make it", Travis screamed. "Of course we will", shouted Truman. "And this wouldn't happen everyday if you'd just get your butt outta bed." "So now this is my fault", replied Travis. "If you're willing to admit you have a problem, I guess that's the first step on the road to recovery", joked Truman. "I don't know why we're even friends, all you ever do is piss me off", said Travis, his voice struggling to come out, now feeling the effects of running several blocks. "You've got a real problem Travis", said Truman, "you just take yourself to seriously, that's why you can't tell when I'm just joking". "Oh, I can tell when you're joking, your whole life is a joke", said Travis, feeling like he got the best of Truman on that one. "Oh, get out the pooper scooper folks", shouted Truman, "because Travis is talking crap". "That's pretty brave coming from the kid who's winded after running two blocks", Truman added. "I'm not winded, it's called controlled breathing, it helps my asthma", said Travis, now wheezing a little. "Well, you better keep controlling that breathing because we missed the bus", Truman said with a partial laugh in his voice. Travis stopped, attempted to catch his breath, looked at his best friend and said, "I hate you".