KNEE part 2

Where am I? I ask as I wake up and I have a big ass beer in my hand and we’re watching the Leafs and he’s there too. Smiling at me and waving. What has happened? I walk over and he turns around and asks me if I am feeling better and I say sure and he smiles again. He clinks my drink and I look down and see both his knees intact and comfortable and strong in a pair of shorts. No scars, no damage, no nothing. F*k all. The waitress comes by and places about 5 lbs of wings on the table. No napkins or wet naps though. Little condoms of wet naps. 7 different flavours of wings. Nothing to brush my teeth with or comb my hair. Just food. Yum. I look at my belly and it aches and growls for the taste of BBQ sauce, and even mild. We dig in, there are three of us and we start talking about the game. Our shinny. Our release as we watch the professionals and stuff ourselves fat of grease and bone and oil and grease. What is going on? What just happened? And he looks at me and smiles and hands me the controller and the Leaf game is paused and I pressed start and we’re playing. Avatars of each other, and I see them on the ice and I eat another wing. And I body check him and he goes down and we cheers and we play again. We finish the wings and play again. We drink our beers, then we play again and it gets late and he says he has to tuck his wife into bed and I remember that I have children and the other two mumble and groan, single and unwanted, smelly and toothless. And I shake everyone’s hand, full of grease and touch my face and nose and eyebrows. And we smile. And we play the game again. We walk to the car and smile and hug and then he gets in the drivers spot and I get in the backseat and we’re off. Looking for new avatars to play, to enhance the game, to promote the real life of our beings. And we say good night and I walk home and I lay down on the couch and she’s there and she asks me where I was, and I tell her surgery went a bit off course today but I’m okay. She kisses me hard and tough and mutters good night. And my mind is still on the game and his knee, as I fall asleep again into darkness, concussed, unconscious. Good night.