“Excerpt from a text convo lamenting how boring ski porn has gotten” A story for aging bros who came of age in mountain towns during the early 2000s

As told by every sad bro ever since the trailer for Fade to Winter dropped Wednesday.

By Andrew Pridgen

“Sup bro?” texted James. He was sitting in traffic and pretending not to text which made it look even more like he was texting.

Pause.

(An ellipsis denoting Mike texting back made James smile.)

“Sup,” Mike texted.

James and Mike have been bros for a decade, maybe longer—they can’t remember. They met in a ski town. James came from Vermont where he went to a private college and didn’t learn shit. Mike came from the Midwest where he went to a public college and didn’t learn shit but still has a cool football team to root for.

They were both busboys at the same lakefront restaurant that serves frozen crab cake appetizers in small quantities with mayo and Paprika they called aioli and a dead lemon wedge from the bar bucket…