"Of course you are." I replied tersely. Is that the word I'm looking for? I think I replied tersely anyhow...
Max and I were in the big city - some sort of nameless city, big in size, located near my home somewhere - avoiding the many forces of light, darkness and beige out to get my foolish friend. Of course, in the rush to escape my besieged house, I'd forgotten my wallet. And Max claimed his was in the stomach of a fish, so that was no good either.
"I know!" He shouted, "We mug a Big Issue salesman! Actually, we just steal his Big Issues, and the bib and identification and stuff, and sell the Big Issues ourselves, and use the money to buy fried chicken and burgers!"
I looked at Max, hoping to detect a hint of sarcasm. There was none.
"So. Your plan is basically to rob the homeless of what little dignity and money they have so we can buy junk food?"
"Yea!"
"Ok." I replied, "I'm in."
In my defense, I hadn't eaten for at least half an hour...
4 comments:
This won't end well. For you. But as long as Max is ok . . .
Well, you'll have to stay tuned to the blog tomorrow, for the exciting conclusion to this tale! Delight and danger await you in equal measures! Warn your friends!
I'm rather insane...
I think I found Max's wallet in the Sushi I had for lunch. It was in small bills.
Yea, could be it. Strange, that's what he said when a duck ate it. Small bills, you get it?
That worked better in my head. Sorry...
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