A Little Less Conversation

I was talking to the Great God Pan awhile ago and he was bemoaning his status, again. I said, "Are you nuts? You are more popular now than you have been for two thousand years. You're looking good and feeling tough. C'mon, hit me and show me what you got."
I woke up soaked in urine, spent and bruised with only a vague recollection of what had happened. I suppose I should feel a little embarrassed about it but, what the hell. He should be proud of his left hook. I know I'm quite proud of the events of the last couple of months. I was beginning to think I was getting old, but...

In the beginning, we liked who we were. We ate, we slept, we fucked; life was good. A little dust up now and again is good for the soul; it reminds us of our ancestry. I'm not sorry at all.

And I still like Wilcox. Phhhht.