Me: Do you remember what Monday is?
Pony: The day before our anniversary, the 30th?
Pony: And what?
Me: 11 years ago?
Pony: Oh that? yes I remember. How could I forget?
Wise: That was another one of the first few stories he told me.
Pony: I am glad it happened.
Me: Really? you are?
Billy Bob: Jill that’s history. We’ve all put it behind us. No one else memorializes that day but you.
Pony: Yes I am really glad it happened. That’s a great story to tell.
Me: What makes it great? It was awful.
Pony: It is just so far-fetched. A story that starts with two guys pick up two hookers in Austin and go on a joy ride. Chaos ensues! What’s not to love? (chuckles).
Me: I am not memorializing it. I can’t help I remember it. As hard as it is to believe, it’s real.
Pony: And because it happened, we are where we are today. Anything different and everything would be different.
And with that the conversation shifted gears.