I Could Go On
I’ve done this before. Not
Invasion of the Body Snatchers,
or anything worth remembering.
Is there a spreadsheet somewhere
of all of my movies?
Tonight’s chicken alfredo from
the deviled eggs. “Lean on a
comedian.” Also, reunion of
deviled eggs two nights in a row.
And hamhocks.
Now I’ve started counting San
Francisco on my toes. I hope
one doesn’t fall off (been watching
too many movies). This week every film
is Pandora’s Box. But better. I hope.
Is this what happens when your brain
gets stocky? Noted that Troy’s is a
pot brownie which causes arguments
at the beach. Flirting is dangerous
at a clothing optional beach.
It’s supposed to be a gag. Instead
I’m snuffled up, hard, with sand
in the crack of my butt. Called
FedEx. Requested all my extra
money to come here ASAP.
