Deep Blue at the recently contested tomb of the Unknown Soldier

CM came over to my place the other day and said the Burroughs wanted one more go with me.

“No way,” I said, “Uh-uh, no way!”

“I think you should,” said CM. He’s rarely so direct so I was swayed. Usually he would say, “I don’t know, man, maybe you oughta think it over. It might be a good thing.” But he didn’t. He told me he thought I should do it.

“Why do you think so?” I allowed myself to be curious. CM might know something I didn’t. Maybe this was my chance. I’d kick that old man in the dick this time. I was excited to kick WS Burroughs in the dick. I could taste it in my toes. I could hardly wait.

“It’s different this time,” CM said. And I knew it. CM had scored some coup for me. I was going to finish big and with any luck Burroughs would stroke out over it. I could smell an old dead man on my friend’s breath.

“How?” I asked.

“He wants a chess game.”

“WS Burroughs wants to play chess with me?” I asked. I didn’t intend to sound like a Valley girl.

“Yep. He said the winner could have forties on the porch with Bobby Fischer.”

“Don’t you see!” I yelled at him, “He’s won just by asking! By asking and you coming here and telling me he’d asked. He did it again, goddamn you.”

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