To Hell and (Blow) Back by Sy Cornbloom; published August 7, 2068 by Penguin Random House; P. 1.337

To Hell and (Blow) Back by Sy Cornbloom; published August 7, 2068 by Penguin Random House; P. 1.337

…. an ominous lull. The three licked their wounds. Slim found refuge in roast meat, Mo anesthetized himself by syncing iCal with a hard copy of half-completed to-dos while creating a sub catagory for ‘things to not worry about,’ and the GT relaxed listening to disc 24 of a recent Dylan bootleg of out takes from his Christmas album. But the swords would rise soon. By early dawn the GT texted a ‘fine’ and soon after a ‘fuck it.’ Within a minute Mo responded with a ‘listen’ and Slim jumped on with what he was having for breakfast. A chink in the armor- a misspelling of pancakes- Slim inadvertently wrote ‘pancake’s - and the GT pounced with a ‘wow.’ The battle was on. Early morning exploded with an extraordinary blitzkrieg of BB which almost brought down the server. The GT was enflamed. Salvo after salvo turned iMessage into a veritable Hamburger Hill. The GT did not hold back: ‘Okay. Well I thought it would be helpful. But I forgot you don’t care’ cut deeply followed by ‘Yes, yes. Jesse’s favorite actor.’ Reluctantly Mo stepped into the breach with a ‘hmmmmm’ which incensed the Hebraistic Law and Order re-cur who retaliated by rolling out a tank made of ‘you decide’ texts…. the battle lasted for easily 30 minutes until a partial truce of ‘less later’ led the three to fall back. But Mo, a stupid man with all the charisma of a dead llama, added he was ‘going to go about his day’ - at this one more snarling shell flew from the GT - ‘how did the sale of your Callicoon house work out?’ and the bloodshed ended for the time being. Nothing significant was gained by either party.