“Jeepers, Eddie, what are you doing?” Graham asked, running to catch up with his peculiarly fast friend Ed.
“I’m on to a new chapter, Graham. Exciting times ahead. This story is just getting started,” Graham Eddie. His pace seemed to pick up and he incorporated a click-of-the-heels skip in his stride.
“You’re speaking in nothing but empty terms. Like Vague-booking in real life, man.” Graham pointed out the generalities of Eddie’s statement.
“Nah, man, just living my best life right now,” Eddie countered.
“Why in the world does your best life involve a gas can, one of those long lighters and a stack of dirty rags?” Graham said, stopping both of them in their tracks.
“I told you. I’m on to a new chapter. My old office building is on the other side of that river. I have to burn the bridge,” Eddie explained.
“That’s…that’s…you don’t have to be so literal about it,” Graham said, confused.
“It’s much more fun to be literal with this phrase,” Eddie went to work.