Dude

The few wiry wisps of hair on Kent’s chin did not help much in the way of making him look his age, twenty-eight, but they did at least make him look not twelve. “I just think that love is like awesome and stuff.”

Travis nodded in agreement, “It’s like if we just all loved each other, we’d like not hate and stuff.”

“Dude.” It was a statement of agreement this time Kent said it.

“I know.”

“Dude?” This time it was a question.

“Yeah, dude?”

“I’m jonesin’ for some pancakes, dude.”

“It’s like midnight, dude.”

“Dude! IHOP!”

“Dude, you’re right!”

“Dude.”