It really should be, "get liquored
first," because he did six shots, be-  
fore we even got down to business.     
     I downed my first one, while he   
did his, but nursed my second one.     
     He once told me, that's how he got
into the right frame of mind, to do    
whatever he needed to do. After the    
sixth shot, and with a smile on his    
face, he finally asked, "Ok, what do   
you need me to do?"                    
     After I told him, he laughed and  
laughed, and I almost thought he       
wouldn't stop, or even worse, have a   
heart-attack right there and die.      
     He laughed so hard and for so     
long, it also got everybody else going.
     One thing about D was that he     
didn’t laugh often, but when he did, it
was infectious, and it also got me     
* going. Joe joined in, and that got       
everyone else in the bar going.        
     None of us knew what the hell we  
were laughing about, except D, and I'm 
not sure he knew either.               
     When I finally caught my breath, I
whispered to him, "We're the only ones 
that know what we're laughing about,   
and I don't even really know what that 
is either," and that got us going      
again, and then everyone else.         
     A guy, I'd never seen before, came
in, saw all of us pounding the bar and 
laughing our asses off, and I swear to 
God, literally ran back out the door.  
     That got us all going again, but  
at least now, everyone knew what the   
hell we were laughing about.           



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