“Hey Frank, I’m going to be pretty busy today, alright? Maybe next time we can hang out.” I told him with a small pat on his back as I turned to my car.
“where ya going Marsh?!” Frank exclaimed as I practically ran to my car.
I rushed as coolly and quickly as I could, leaving Frank in the dust. Giving him a small wave just before I exited The Blue Vineyard, I went immediately back to my house.
I decided to call a friend from my old school days; He was to this day still considered a meathead, but an all around ok guy. It took about a minute or so before a young, surfer-dude sounding voice answered my call.
“Yooo! What’s goin’ down Marshall, bro?!” yelled Toby.