Between the Lines

Ran into an old teacher of mine in the pub after work today. He was in there drinking with his retired teacher buddies. They were fucking shitfaced.

"Mr. Blitz!" I said. He looked exactly the same as he did over three decades ago. "How the fuck are you?"

"Beer," he sighed before he tipped his pint back into his face. "I remember you. You were the only kid in grade seven who couldn't colour between the lines yet."

"What fucking lines?" I laughed.