Two chapters are now up for you, to make up for the fact that I'm posting late, and because the editing has been going well :)
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Scooter waved my question away. “This week’s Doomer Porn?” he asked, after draining the second glass of water much like the first.
I held up the book so he could read the title.
“Guns, Germs, and Steel by the illustrious Jared Diamond,” he said, flipping through the pages. “So this one is, wait, let me guess, this one’s about online porn? No? No online virtual porn? Then is it about death, war, and the evils of America? I bet it’s the latter. It is, isn’t it? C’mon you can tell me, Elle.”
“It’s actually really good, Scooter. It’s a history of how different groups of people conquered or were conquered by other groups. The impact things like agriculture and available large mammals for food or domestication had on population growth. How the lethal germs the Europeans brought with them weakened North and South American Indians, allowing them to be more easily conquered.”
“Why do you read this bummer bullshit?”
“It won a Pulitzer,” I said.
“Then it must be true!” he said, handing it back to me. “Don’t you get it’s just more bullshit? That garbage like this is like the “Green Movement”, just another way to keep people feeling guilty and spending their money, but instead of greed, it’s for the environment! Buy things, buy green things, keep spending, use up more resources to help save the planet!”
“Scooter, are you drunk?”
“Elle, are you high?”
I laughed. He did, too.
“Scooter,” I said.
“Elle,” he answered.
“I need to ask you something. But I need to know how drunk you are. I can’t always tell with you.”
“I know. I’m a highly skilled professional.”
“So, I’m between almost drunk and not drunk enough.”
“So, can I ask you something?”
“Shoot,” he said, watching the latest sports figures flash across the bar tv.
“Seriously,” I said.
He turned to me, took my hands in his, put a very serious look on his face. “Seriously, shoot.”
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