
"My old boots are coming up at the heal" Derrick said with a dumb ass frown on his face. "I need to buy new boots."
"Why don't you get them repaired?" His second best friend Arthur asked after he had bent down and poked at the old pair of cowboy boots.
"Fuck that I'm gonna glue that shit down" Derrick said, now excited with his bad ass idea. He went to the glue drawer and snatched a tube of glue for model things. He sat down at the kitchen table and took off the bad boot, struggling with it over his knee. After unscrewing the lid and making three lines of glue across the rotten part of the boot he smacked the heal three times with his palm.
"That oughta do it" Arthur said nodding his head. Derrick put the boot back on his foot and did five circle trots around the kitchen.
"Sho' nuff" Derrick shouted.
This was his new thing, whenever he saw the slightest opportunity he yelled "Sho' nuff." Arthur was unaware that it was a slightly ironic phrase for Derrick, and made a swift judgment of his friend. He didn't like Derrick's new persona, which Arthur concluded was rugged asshole cowboy. He was then positive his friend had become a douche bag and made an instant attempt to distance himself from Derrick.
"I want to distance myself from you, man. I think you're a douche bag." This was a very direct way for Arthur to do exactly what he wanted to do, and only served to prove that they were very close friends.
"I understand," Derrick said, "we are headed down opposite roads in life. We should see less of each other." In his head Arthur smiled, he knew they could never be far from each others hearts.
"I'll call you every once in a while, but that's it." Arthur stated firmly.
"Let's say every two months," Derrick specified.
"Make it three months" Arthur said, " starting next month."
"Deal," Derrick said extending his hand. Arthur shook it swinging his arm around for a hug. Arthur couldn't help but tell Derrick he loved him, and did so as he started toward the front door. Derrick wanted to chase after him to tell him that he shared his love and would stop using his new catch phrase if only Arthur would stay, but Derrick's boot was glued to the floor and, distracted, he missed his opportunity to call out to Arthur before he was out the door. They wouldn't speak for the agreed four month period, but when they did the emotions were long passed. Derrick had bought a new pair of cowboy boots and Arthur was fucking a bar tender at the Honky Tonk in Springdale.