“Yes, sir, officer, that’s what it looked like! It was here and it was supposed to last a whole month, but it’s gone!”
“Yes, sir, it had those white streaky days in it, but a lot more of those orangeish ones. Those reddish ones were there, but I don’t want to talk about them.”
“I don’t know, but it was definitely all wiggly and blurry like that, nothing linear at all. Very confusing.”
“Yeah, Scaramouche. Was I supposed to know him?”
“Six months. That’s what I said! I wouldn’t have believed it either if I hadn’t counted the days myself. Believe me, that’s a lot of toes and fingers!”
“Exactly, just like that. Only more brown. Much more brown. Dark brown. I thought that it might be from all of the… What’s that? I can’t say that?”
“Well, shit, that’s just perfect.”
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 