A homeless guy approached us and asked for a dollar in exchange for a joke. We agreed and the man told his joke and we gave him his dollar. It was later when I asked Jonathan what the joke was, ashamed to admit that, as the man reeled it off, I'd been steeling myself for some attack on his part. I had been so intent on figuring just how high and hard I'd have to hoist the guy to throw him over the railing into the Pacific Ocean that I hadn't heard a word of the joke he was trading for a buck.
So what was the joke exactly? Jonathan couldn't tell me -- he had been too occupied with how it was he could throw the man over the railing in the event he attacked us.
We're brothers all right.