Burbling With Lear

I first met him when I was only twenty-seven. I was in the library carrying a can of beer when he tramped in. He was wearing a terra cotta wizard's hat, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his liver, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the can of beer down when he staggered beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the can of beer right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to burble.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the convenience store for a soda. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the convenience store, I learned that his name was Lear, and that he was a singer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a roofer.

I guess it was love at first burble. Some might say we had tennis rackets in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was four years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still burbling for each other.