only stole plungers
“remember macramé?”
“i don’t. i’m much
more of a today
guy, myself.
today and
tomorrow.”
beware of
those who
always look
back. those
who muse
dramatic
ally on the
past and
practically
demand
that we
all do
the same.
“mark
my words,”
the stranger
continued,
“too many
macramé
memories
can only
lead to one
thing.”
“oh, yeah?
and what,
pray tell,
is that?”
said the
stranger’s
new acquaint
ance, also a
stranger,
who was
sitting
next
to him
at the
long
bar.
“cob
webs
in the
noggin,
that’s
what.”
and
“mark
my words,”
the stranger
continued,
“too many
macramé
memories
can only
lead to one
thing.”
“oh, yeah?
and what,
pray tell,
is that?”
said the
stranger’s
new acquaint
ance, also a
stranger,
who was
sitting
next
to him
at the
long
bar.
“cob
webs
in the
noggin,
that’s
what.”
and
