It was a stupid argument. They always were. All Starsky wanted to do was drive his stupid car. I wanted to take mine. Yeah, we could've driven separately, but that's not us. We're a 'together' kind of team. To top it off, we ended up at some horrid taco stand for lunch -- "lunch" yeah right! A handful of dripping compost in a crumbling piece of crap they call a 'taco shell'. He could have driven that commodity he calls a 'car' to a better place for lunch. Oh yeah, we argued about it, but when my partner gets his mind set on something, there's no changing it. I guess that's one of the things I love about him. Then how did we end up like this huh?

   Sometimes I think he does things like this just to make me crazy! You see, he asked if he could borrow my new tan shirt. I said no. I just know he took me to that dripping sauce shack knowing it's offensive casing would disintegrate and get all over my shirt. The new tan one I chose to wear. Yeah, maybe I did wear it rub it in a little, but I didn't really mean anything by it. There was no where to sit and it was warm. Hell, it was hot! But noooooo, we couldn't sit in the car to eat. Sometimes I think those leather seats of his are more important to him than our friendship. Well buddy, just because I wouldn't let you wear my new shirt, didn't mean you had to destroy it! You could've just stole it out of my closet when I wasn't looking like you usually do. Oh hell, it was only a shirt.

   Possessions. That's all they are -- possessions. Why can't Starsky just see that? Maybe it's because he didn't have much to call his own when he was a kid. I don't know. I had too much. Well, kind of. I had anything money could buy. But go to play with it -- use it. That was another story. You see, I had parents who stood by the counterfeit gold rule that children were to be seen and not heard. Oh yeah, they acted all proud and everything whenever I got an award, but ask to play in the livingroom, well that was like asking to play at the White House. By the way, our house was white. I think I've had too much to drink. At least we don't' have to work tomorrow. Thank God it's Friday! Starsk and I are going to the Laker's game tomorrow night. Well, we were going to go. Now I 'm not sure. Not sure if he'll even talk to me. Not sure I'll even talk to him! Ha!

   Wow, one look at her and I'll need more than one drink! Not that she's probably not a really nice person. Probably has a great personality too. Oh hell, a drink's a drink. I just hope she doesn't expect a contribution in return. I'm just not that kind of guy -- tonight anyway. Oh Starsk. What am I doing here? Where the hell are 'you' anyway? Don't you feel the least bit bad about today? Well, I did find a place where I knew you wouldn't find me. I just wanted to be alone and sulk. Now I'm feeling like I'd like you here -- we could sulk together, and I'd accept your apology.

   The least you could have done 'buddy' was take me home so I could change! I mean did ya have to make me ride around all day smelling like Mrs. Gonzalez' kitchen? That's putting it nicely. The sticky mucilage was sinking into my pores for God's sake! I wouldn't have thought you'd want that kind of stench in your car. It'll probably never come out! The shirt 's ruined. Hey, you want it now? You can have it for free! And another thing -- when Dobey told me about my dress code, you could've taken some of the credit. Yeah, I know, I have the reputation of being the "klutzy" one of the partnership huh? Well, I remember quite a few "klutzy" times of your own broncho

   There was no reason for you to get upset Starsk. All I did was let you know in a nice way that I could help you improve on your relaxation skills. I mean why would someone get so upset about a minor spillage in his car? Okay, so maybe it wasn't that minor. I know, milk isn't the easiest smell to get out of the carpets, especially in this heat. So we'll take my car next week. You didn't have any hot dates planned anyway. Did you? Geez -- if I would have spilled anything like that in Dad's car -- well lets just say I might as well have packed my bags or have been prepared to spend the next month in my room. Who knows, maybe he would've sent me off to military school. Who knows -- maybe that would have been better! Hell, I don't know!

   You didn't have to make such a scene about it. It's only spilled milk Starsk. Okay, so it's Goat's milk. I only asked you to stop at the store on the way home, because it was "on the way home" -- how was I supposed to know the bottom was gonna fall out? Most of it got on my shirt anyway, along with Jose's abominable potion. Don't worry, the sticky matter will come off your seats. I don't know what the big deal is anyway. It's not like you haven't spilled stuff in my car. I have feelings too Starsk. Yeah, I do. What about all those empty coffee cups in my backseat? Huh? If I'd wanted stock in Starbucks, I would've invested in it myself!

   Let the games begin. Ha! Looks like it's gonna be a pretty boring weekend. Wonder what Starsky's gonna be up to? Ah hell, he's probably not even thinking about me. Ya see, I have this thing with guilt. It was worse before I met Starsk. See I'd never let anyone get close to me before, but then there was this curly headed scoundrel at the academy. He just wouldn't give up. Kept after me until I let him in. God that felt weird. Now I don 't know what I'd do without him! Starsk, are you upset about this at all? I hate head games! Me and Starsk don't usually play um, but sometimes he gets upset about the dumbest things. Like losing a game of Monopoly. That' s why I let him win most of the time anymore. But I've got it all over him when it comes to pool. Yeah, he's good, but he knows I'm the master! Basketball, well Starsk is really good there. He's fast! And ping pong -- Oh God Starsk! How can we be angry over something so stupid. I almost lost you -- Thought you were gonna die! I couldn't have made it without you buddy! This is stupid! Aw Starsk! -- That's it, I'm leaving now -- gotta get to Starsky and apologize. He's got every right to be upset with me. You see, it's not easy to be me. I get moody, and a lot of the time I take it out on the person I love the most. Starsky. God, I have to get out of here!"

   How'd I get so damn lucky? Guess this means he's forgiven me. Everything's gonna be okay.