I need a gang of invisible sidekicks who will follow me around everywhere. Hopefully their leader will be called Maceo. When I am in the middle of a boring conversation that I can’t escape, I’ll just yell “Maceo! To the bridge!” and they’ll start to play a bunch of nasty funk so loud that no one can talk. It would be even better if whoever was around was compelled to dance to the funk all goofy-like, but that’s just crazy talk.
You are so stoned when you write like that. And so it is fun to be with you.
I have an invisible friend. He sent me a box from the Bobby Fisher School of Chess and I haven’t opened it yet.
Hmmmm, I say as I sit beside it. Hmmmm.
I love you.
Joe Momma