Met my sister's new friend yesterday. "Gazebo the Magnificent". He lives in the park. Has his own roof. Seats 20.
It'll be June again soon and my sister has painted herself blue. (She's never been an overly happy person.)
I can blame pretty much all my problems on my sister. She already thinks I'm a dick, so what the hey, you know?
My sister says she wants to be an alligator when she grows up. She's 60 now and already has the teeth and skin for it, but needs to cut way back on the barking if she's going to sound convincing.
Once my sister ate the cookie it was gone forever. Yet another of life's small but poignant lessons.
I passed a shop. They had a sale on. Used tattoos — six for a quarter. I bought a bag full for my sister, Butch. She'll know what to do with them.
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Me? Still a happily undifferentiated mass of cells.
