Jack of Harts

Charles is one of my oldest friends now, but when I first met him I was high on snark and he was a stuck up high-class know-it-all. That went real well. We called him Chuck because he hated contractions. And nick names. Then we asked him “What’s up Chuck?” every time we saw him. Yeah I know. Boys and juvenile humor. We were easy to entertain, and he was quick to get all hot and bothered. So of course that just made us want to do it more and louder. Yeah. I was a little snot back then. Some would say I still am.