This old guy walked into our writing group, sat his ancient butt down and began reading his stupid memoir about his Army days. We were right in the middle of discussing someone's work. Didn't matter. He just kept reading.
We yelled at him and he mumbled he needed more time. His eyes were full of disdain. He was determined to take over the group. Our leader was frustrated. Over and over, we told him to be quiet and in a quiet voice he resisted. He pretended his hearing was bad. No one was going to shut him up.
At some point I got up and left in disgust. There was a free Beach Boys tribute concert in Fort Lee. Life is too short to put up with his nonsense.
I wonder how long he kept it up before manslaughter took place.
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