Saturday, March 5, 2011

Another fantastic installment of THE SECRET KNOTS

Friday, March 4, 2011

Doctor Who For Comic Relief Promises Amy Pond On Amy Pond Action! (kinda)

From SFX


“Two episodes. Two mini-episodes. Very, very small episodes – maybe eight minutes in total, so that’s around four minutes each. It’s not a spoof. It’s in the style of the ones that we’ve done for Children In Need, so it’s taken seriously as a proper bit of Doctor Who – funny, but not a sketch. A little miniature story. One’s called ‘Space’ and one’s called ‘Time’, so they’re Space & Time. And there’s a moment with two Amy Ponds in it. If you’re a red-blooded male surely that’s enough! You’ve got Amy Pond flirting with herself...."



The Nick Of Time (and other abrasions): Behind The Panic Room Door

The Nick of Time (and other abrasions)

Behind The Panic Room Door
Al Bruno III
Something had gone wrong and the realization of this fact made Earle Gorsek break out into a cold sweat. He was nineteen years old, handsome and rich, being afraid was a new sensation for him and he didn't like it. Not one bit.
For a full five minutes he sat in his leather recliner looking around the dark room. There was a glass of expensive scotch in his right hand, his grip tightened on the tumbler as he listened and waited. Earle tried to tell himself that it was just a power outage, nothing to worry about. That his father's men had seen to the vengeful stranger.
Then why had the power gone out? It wasn't like he was in the middle of a thunderstorm, and his bills were all paid up. His bills were always paid up.
Once his eyes had fully adjusted to the dark Earle got up and headed for the panic room near the center of his house. With the power out the alarm system people would have already contacted the sheriff's department. Again and again Earle assured himself that if the District Attorney couldn't touch him then neither could some weirdo with a gun fetish.
It was only after he had the panic room door closed behind him that Earle realized he had left his cell phone on the coffee table. Whenever he was in trouble his first instinct was to call his father but he was on his own now. Earle didn't like that one bit either.
With his cell phone out of reach Earle retrieved the pistol he kept in the panic room. As he reached for it he realized he was still holding his glass of scotch. He drained it before setting it down. The pistol was a snub nosed .38. It had been given to him by his father's bodyguard. That was back when the only thing Earle and his friends had been worried about was reprisals from the family of Tommy Dobson.
But the Dobsons had left town, Earle's father had seen to that and they didn't have the money to hire a hit man to do their dirty work. Earle's father had seen to that as well.
Then why was this happening? Why had each of the guys that had been involved in that cold February night turned up dead?
“He ain’t human! He can do magic!”
That was what his drinking buddy Patrick has said before begging Earle and his father for the money for a plane ticket. He wanted out of town, out of the country if he could manage it. Earle’s father was only too glad to hand him a wad of cash, Patrick was spooked and spooked men could talk out of turn.
Patrick never made it to the airport. He had hung himself in his apartment. A suicide, at least that was the story the press was going with.
“The gun’s empty,” a smooth voice said.
Earle screamed and pulled the trigger of the .38 anyway. It clicked impotently. The vengeful stranger stepped closer. He was a black man, in fact, his skin was so dark it was almost purple. He wore his hair in long graying dreadlocks that he kept pulled back from his face with a ribbon. He had an automatic pistol in one hand and a baseball bat slung over one shoulder. His expression was smug and catlike.
“Wait...” Earle said, “Just wait... Seth right? Your name is Seth?”
“Zeth,” the man corrected.
“My Dad’s a very rich man...”
“This was never about money.”
“Then what the fuck is it about?”
“You broke every bone in Tommy Dobson’s body and left him to die by the side of the road,” Zeth said, “that’s what this is about.”
Earle threw the useless gun at him and missed completely, “But you didn’t know him! You’re not even from here!”
“You killed a man.”
“It wasn’t my fault! He hit on me. He gave me...” Earle paused trying to remember the phrasing his lawyer had used, “He made me temporarily insane! I had a gay panic attack!”
“He hit on you so you killed him,” Zeth chuckled mirthlessly, “you went temporarily insane but first you let him buy you a drink and arranged to meet him in the park. Then you got all your friends together and headed out there. Quite the panic eh?”
The sound of his cell phone ringing spurred Earle into action. He threw open the panic room door and ran for the parlor. Was it his father? Or the sheriff? It could be the king of the queers for all Earle cared so long as they helped him, so long as they made-
Zeth fired his pistol, neatly shooting out Earle’s knee. He squealed and fell but he still managed to grab hold of his phone.
“He’s here!” Earle shouted into the cell phone.
The vengeful stranger was approaching, slipping the pistol into his loose jacket and getting the baseball bat ready.
“He’s gonna kill me! Please he’s gonna...” Blood was pooling out from his ruined knee, the pain was worse than anything Earle could have imagined but he forgot it as he listened to the voice on the other end of the line. When Zeth was standing over him Earle raised the phone up and said, “’s for you...”
Cocking his eyebrow Zeth took the phone and put it to his ear, then he rolled his eyes, “Magwier. I’m busy... No... It’s a personal project.”
Earle started to crawl away but Zeth pinned him in place by jabbing the bat into his blooded leg. Earle started to weep.
“Right... Right... I’ll be there.” Zeth threw the phone aside and turned his attention back to the man at his feet, “Tears Earle? Did tears help Tommy Dobson?”
“What...” Earle Gorsek’s face was all tears and snot, “What are you gonna do to me?”
“Something...” Zeth hefted the bat, “...apropriate.”

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

The trailer for MADISON COUNTRY cries Wee Wee Wee all the way home.

THE CORRIDOR looks delightfully strange.

The Best Picture On The Internet? Really?

5 Second Fiction One Thousand Nine Hundred and Twenty One

Old MacDonald hurt his groin- E -I -E -I -OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

5 Second Fiction One Thousand Nine Hundred and Twenty

As far as she was concerned politicians talking about Family Values was roughly akin to Eskimos singing about Sweet Home Alabama.

5 Second Fiction One Thousand Nine Hundred and Nineteen

The joy of finding a girlfriend that was into auto-erotic asphyxiation left Karl all choked up.

5 Second Fiction One Thousand Nine Hundred and Eighteen

The geometry teacher always interfered with his students' personal lives forgetting that fools rush in where angles fear to tread.

5 Second Fiction One Thousand Nine Hundred and Seventeen

Abner Deggent frequently remarked that the only person more manly than him was his ex-wife. Then she found out.

5 Second Fiction One Thousand Nine Hundred and Sixteen

Amazing Ed wasn't the first superhero to notice that the more you were the more teams you ended up joining.

5 Second Fiction One Thousand Nine Hundred and Fifteen

A newspaper typo swapped the last letter of Captain Hero's name with a 'P' causing no end of embarrassment and dating problems. about 2 hours ago via web

CHAD'S ORACLES chapter four


Chad’s Oracles

Chapter Four


After her Saturday afternoon shift at Burger Clown was over Thelma made her way to the Eagle Ridge Mall and waited. She told her Dad she was going to see a movie and spend a few bucks at the arcade. She wished she could have told him what she was really up to but she didn’t even know where to begin explaining what was going on, she wasn’t sure of she dared.

Sipping a soda, Thelma sat in the food court and watched the ebb and flow of people. There were a few adults but it was mostly wall to wall kids, she saw a few familiar faces but no one said ‘hi’ to her these days unless she said ‘hi’ first. A lot of her classmates were milling about the front entrance, smoking and cursing. Thelma wondered idly what any one of them might be doing if they were in her place.

Since the events of last night Thelma had made three calls to Samantha’s house. She tried twice more today, first in the morning and then again when she was on her lunch break. As always Samantha’s mother was utterly oblivious to her daughter’s whereabouts.

Samantha’s all right. Thelma thought, She probably drank herself sick.

And suddenly there he was. Chad moved through the crowd of teenagers near the front entrance; he was wearing the same clothes he had worn the night she met him. She watched him flash a smile and bum a cigarette from a jock in a varsity jacket. His girls, his ‘harem’, moved around him, each pausing to touch him as they passed; fingertips stroked the back of his neck, an open palm slid across the small of his back and a single fingernail slipped through his uncombed hair. He barely seemed to notice, he was too busy talking.

The girls were dressed to impress, short skirts and skimpy tops, but all of the clothes had a faded, used look to them. Thelma watched the six of them fend off a flurry of unwanted advances from some college-aged boys. Then they went to the Chinese take out kiosk and came back to the food court with a pair of trays heavy with fried rice, eggrolls and soda. Thelma let them get settled at a table before she approached.

The redhead noticed her first, “Hey! Hi Thelma. Come sit down.”

Thelma sat down, “Look Laurie…”

Bonita. I’m Bonita.”

Bonita, I think you know my friend Samantha? Samantha Reid. I was supposed to meet her here.”

Bonita grinned toothily, “Oh her. Chad took a liking to her right away, he liked the way her mind worked.”

But where is she now?” Thelma asked, “I don’t think she came home.”

One of the other girls, the frizzy blond, said, “She didn’t run at the sight of the Squonks. You really hurt their feelings. They cried.”

Thelma shook her head, “Squonks?” Did they mean the monsters she had seen? Squonks sounded like something from a Saturday morning cartoon!

“Oh don’t be a bitch Annie,” Bonita said, “she got taken by surprise that’s all. What did you think the first time you saw them?”

That’s not the issue.”

The college boys made another run by the girls, trying to chat them up. One of them even gave Thelma a wink but she ignored him and pressed on, “So where is she? Is she back at the house?”

I think she went home,” Bonita spoke over the boy offering to buy her alcohol. “We said she could sleep over, even set out a sleeping bag for her but she wasn’t there in the morning.”

Thelma said, “I just want to know what happened to her.”

Last I saw she was hanging out with Chad.”

Annie added, “And the Squonks.”

She called me. She sounded wasted. Did you guys give her drugs?” Thelma asked.

Bonita explained, “Oh yes. But it’s all organic, all natural and home grown. He calls it Eagoryl.”

You should totally try it.” One of the other girls chimed in, “Chad still thinks you’d be perfect.”

I’m not interested in fucking or getting high with Chad. I just want to know…”

Bonita shook her head, “That’s not what Chad’s about. It’s like he can’t or he won’t, like he’s a priest. At least that’s what I think it is. But he gives us so much more than that, he takes care of us, he makes us his Oracles.”

Eagoryl is just for girls,” Annie said. “Only we can use it. When boys try to… well you’ve seen the Squonks.”

Squonks? Eagoryl? Oracles? This was lunacy, made all the more insane by the fact the conversation was taking place in the food court of the local mall. Thelma said again, “I just want to know where my friend is.”

You’ll see her once more,” Chad said as he sat down beside her. The college boys cleared out, spooked by his presence. “Right girls?”

Bonita nodded, “In four days you’ll see her. I promise.”

And then seven days later…” Annie said, “You’ll have tears on your sleeve.”

The frizzy blond continued, “And then a week after that you’re going to be in the hospital.”

Chad shrugged, “Sorry.”

Was that a threat?” Thelma felt her adrenaline surge but she couldn’t move from her seat. Chad was so close, what would she do if he touched her? “Are you threatening me?”

No,” Chad said. “I would never. We’re gentle.”

Yes,” Bonita said. “We’re all gentle.”

Thelma found her legs and stood up.

Don’t be angry,” Chad’s green eyes were pleading. “Come back to my house, I’ll help you understand.”

Thelma backed away until she was able to duck into the record store. She tried to act casual, nosing through the tapes and records all the while watching the food court and waiting for Chad and his ‘Oracles’ to leave. Were they all crazy? Or were they some kind of a cult like the ones that had decided God wanted them to drink poisoned Kool-Aid? Thelma felt she had to tell someone- her parents, the newspapers, the police, someone.

But if she did that what would it mean to Samantha? How gentle could she expect Chad and his weird friends to be if the Sheriff came knocking on their door? They had promised her she would see Samantha in four days time. Could she trust them to keep that promise?

Do I have a choice? No, I don’t. She thought, I have to wait and make sure she’s OK. Then I’ll tell everyone about what’s going on in that house.

When she looked back at the food court she saw that they had left. Were they heading back home or were they off to see another movie? She decided to wait a little longer. Thelma glanced down at the record bin. She was in the ‘G’ section. She flipped idly through it and found herself staring at a sepia toned album cover depicting a row of figures that ranged from devils to dandies. It was a Genesis album but it wasn’t one she’d ever heard of. All she knew of the group was the stuff they played on the radio like Abacab. She had never cared enough for their music to buy one of their albums.

This album was called A Trick of the Tail, and she scanned idly through the song listings looking for something she might have heard. At track three she stopped dead, a tiny cry escaped from her lips.

Track three was called Squonk.

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A free online 'Doctor Who' MMO? Is this nerd heaven?

The sheer amount of cool Doctor Who stuff out there these days just increases my chance of being able to be buried in a Sixth Doctor style jacket.




The BBC has announced that Doctor Who fans are finally getting an online multiplayer game entitledDoctor Who: Worlds in Time, which is being developed by Three Rings. The game will be Flash-based and available for free. BBC and Three Rings are aiming for a launch later this year.

According to the BBC, the game will be designed to encourage cooperative interaction between players, in small and large groups. Challenges and missions will be customized for the size of the groups playing...


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I still miss you George!


This is a long distance dedication to my buddy Wayne. I miss you man.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Paper Hearts And A Red Haired Tart part eleven

Price Breaks and Heartaches

A journal of retail and failed romance

Chapter Five

Paper Hearts And A Red Haired Tart

part eleven

Tallulah was actually a pretty good sport about the whole inappropriate kiss thing and the date actually ended with her thanking me for a nice night out. Of course once I had dropped her off at her place I spent the next ten or fifteen minutes cursing myself for being so mind numbingly stupid. When I got home I vowed to just relax by reading some comic books, 'The All Star Squadron' was a balm that soothed a lot of my ills.

Imagine my surprise to find my sister Greta at the table where she, my mom and my stepfather were all involved in a tense conversation. I didn't care, I had to tell her how glad I was to see her. It would have been normal to hug her but I tend to get funny about displays of affection when it comes to family and friends. Pretty weird considering I had destroyed a six dollar tub of popcorn trying to kiss a girl that had been making snide comments about me a few weeks before.

My parents bristled when I asked Greta if she was home for good. I retreated from the room promising I would catch up with her as soon as I could.

The next night was Corey's birthday, we were taking him out to his favorite restaurant to try and bring him out of his funk. Aside from yours truly Kevin, Alice, Sarah, Marvin and Marvin's brother Ida were going to be in attendance. We were at one of those Japanese steakhouses where they cooked right at the table.


“Great Kevin!” Marvin's voice was a hiss, “Just great!”

Kevin shrugged helplessly, “I didn't mean to sit on the cake. Who puts a cake in the passenger side seat anyway?”

“You could have watched where the Hell you were going.”

I laughed at that, “You've obviously never been for a drive with him.”

It was just the three of us for now and coincidentally Marvin was already on his third beer, Kevin was still dabbing at the frosting that had worked its way into the fabric of his corduroy pants.

We sat at a table that was a half circle, the center of which was taken up by a flat metal hibachi cooking table. There were eight chairs around it, that struck me as one extra until Marvin explained that his new girlfriend would be joining us and then they were going dancing.

I was momentarily taken aback by that statement; the only way I had ever figured he would get a girl to dance with him is if he held a gun to her pancreas. I wasn't sure if I wanted to congratulate him or throw Saki in his eyes in a fit of childish jealousy. Since the Saki wasn't here yet so I just clapped him on the back and told him “Good going.” Then I realized, “Where is the birthday boy anyway?”

“He should be here in a little while,” Kevin said. “I sent the girls out to get another cake.”

“Cool. What's a birthday without cake?”

Marvin frowned, “I still think we should have taken him to a strip club.”

I shook my head, “No thanks. That's not my kind of thing.”

“And you're not 21 either.”

“There is that too.”

A tall man with wild red hair walked into the restaurant and gave us a wave. “Who's that?” I asked.

“My brother Ida,” Marvin said, “He's a sarcastic asshole like you.”

“I like him already.”

“Everyone this is my little brother, Ida this is everyone.”

He took a seat, “Nice to meet you both. Where's the cake Mom made?”

“Somebody sat on it.”

Kevin grumbled, “Can we please let that go?”

Sarah and Alice showed up next, they were wearing raggedy jeans and tie-die shirts and they were carrying a store bought cake. “There wasn't much left at the store so we got him this.”

The three men at the table stared long and hard at the cake but Ida was the first to speak, “You got a twenty one year old man a VOLTRON cake?”

“You said he likes cars,” Sarah said. “Voltron's a car isn't it?”

I rolled my eyes, “Space Voltron has some cars making up its body but you got a cake of Lion Voltron. It is a completely different thing!”

Then I realized everyone was looking at me, “Not that I would know anything about that...”

“Still digesting our inner child are we?” Ida said.

“Wow. Not bad,” I smiled. “But you might want to leave humor to the professionals.”

“Sure, soon as I see one.”

The waitress came by to check on us; Marvin asked for another beer, the rest of us got sodas or water depending upon our designated driver status and our feelings about the legally sanctioned corporate defilement of Mother Earth.

The waitress repeated the order back to us, “So that is one beer, two sodas and two waters for the girls?”

Alice nodded, “We also need our waters served to us in glasses that were not cleaned with chemical detergents.”

“How about some appetizers?”

Kevin nodded, “We’re going to wait for the rest of the party to get here first.”

“I hope it’s soon,” I said as the waitress left. “I’m starving.”

Ida said, “Yeah God forbid you miss a meal, you’re just wasting away.”

“Even Ray Charles would have seen that one coming dude.”

Every time the door opened we would look up to see if it was Corey but it wasn’t. The usual questions started, Did he forget? Are we here on the right day? Are we sure we told him which restaurant?

Marvin got so tried of saying “Yes.” That he ordered two more beers and made threats under his breath.

Finally the front door opened and a familiar face strode in but it was absolutely not the face I wanted to see. “Oh Christ,” I said. “Not this pain in the ass again. Of all the sad sorry women in the world why does this bitch have to keep showing up in my life?”

Marvin turned in his seat, “Hey buttknuckle, that’s my girlfriend.”


Joanna gave Marvin a hug and everyone else got a wave, “Hey sugar. And how are you doing Ida? And Al! Long time no see.”

I couldn’t help but point, “She’s your girlfriend?”

“Small world isn’t it?” she sat down next to Marvin and took a sip off one of his beers.

“Her?” I said.

Marvin continued to make introductions, “Oh and Johanna this is my buddy Kevin over here.”

“Hi ho!” he offered her a cheery wave that toppled over his just delivered soda. “Aw nuts!”

“And that girl over there is Kevin’s girl Alice and Sarah, she’s like her hippie-in-waiting for something.”

All three girls made their hellos while I tried to get Marvin’s attention, “Hey. Marv.”



Marvin made an exasperated sound, “Is there something wrong?”

“I mean… she’s… why? Why?”

“Maybe because I like her.” Marvin said.

Ida nodded, “And maybe because she said yes?”

The sound of Marvin’s knuckles cracking was like the echo of a nearby firing squad, “The pair of you are going to get a bad case of hibachi face if you don’t watch it.”

“Oh and I almost forgot!” Joanna got back up and caught me in an embrace before I could scramble away, “How have you been? Are you still selling pictures by the roadside?”

“He was what?” Ida almost choked on his soda.

“Yup, I saw him up in Herkimer once with some gorgeous blonde. They were selling framed pictures of Elvis and Jesus.”

“Ah, Americana at its finest.”

I nodded, “It was just a summer thing. I liked working there but I had to move on. I do have to admit that my last day there was pretty painful.”

“At least you got to travel a little.” Joanna returned to her seat, I watched Marvin’s hand touch her hip as she passed and I had to grit my teeth.

Sarah asked, “Should one of us should call Corey and see what’s up?”

Marvin shrugged, “Give him a few more minutes. Has everyone decided what we’re going to have?”

“The sirloin sounds good.” I said.

“It is very good.”

“I usually get the chicken.” Ida told me, “It’s really great, better than the steak I think.”

Kevin said, “I’m going to have the fish. It’s brain food you know.”

Straight lines like that are a weakness of mine so I said, “Let me know how that works out for you.”

Alice frowned, “Sarah and I won’t be eating, we don’t eat meat.”

Marvin chuckled at that.

“You know,” Ida suggested. “They do some really nice vegetarian dishes here.”

“No,” Sarah explained, “We would still be giving money to an establishment that is an instrument in the ongoing animal holocaust.”

Kevin said, “I’m having fish.”

I started to speak but Ida raised his hand, “I’ve got this one. Kevin, you do know that fishes are not vegetables right?”

“Yeah but they’re not meat.”


Alice’s voice became prickly, “I said we don’t eat meat.”

“Heh-heh,” Marvin said. “If a girl's going out with me she better learn to eat meat. Heh-heh.”

“You pig!” Joanna was half-laughing, half-embarrassed. “Don’t talk that way.”

“You guys know what I’m talking about right? Hah? Eating meat hah?”

“I think everyone at the table got it Marv.” Ida said.

“Meat! Heh! They’d be eating meat all right. They’d be eating tube steaks!”

I whispered in Ida’s ear, “Is he stuck or something?”

Joanna put her hand over Marvin’s mouth, “Come on honey, I think you’re upsetting them.”

Alice frowned, “And for your information neither Sarah or I do that sort of thing.”

“Really?” Kevin looked like a kid that just learned there was no Santa Claus.

“Of course not, men only want that done so they can assert their phallo-sexual dominance.”

“Phallo-sexual? Is that even a word?” Joanna asked.

I said, “God I hope not.”

Kevin was still looking as confused as ever, “I don’t understand…”

Alice spoke tenderly to him, “You see when a girl does… that she could choke. It’s an act of aggression.”

“But I-”

“What you did to me was an act of contrition.”

Ida shook his head, “This is one of the most insane things I have ever heard.”

“Yeah,” I said. “And besides I’ve seen Kevin’s wang- you’re not going to be choking on… on… No. That’s not how it sounds. What I mean is I’ve seen his… no… I… Oh what did I just say?”

“Not quite a mouthful apparently.”

“And on that note,” Marvin got up. “I’ll give Corey a call and see what’s keeping him. I hope he’s not having car trouble.”

Everyone that knew Corey had a small laugh at that. Corey’s El Dorado purred like a kitten and ran like a race car; it had custom bodywork and an audio system that could bring a tear to your eye or make your ears bleed depending on how the treble controls were set. Yes sir, that guy could fix a car with one dipstick tied behind his back.

…you fix cars with dipsticks right? The dipstick is the PRNDL thing isn’t it?

Pondering dipsticks absolutely did not make me think about the disturbing number of times I had glimpsed Kevin. K. Hanson’s talliwhacker. No what I thought about was how I had acted like a dipstick with Tallulah at the movies the previous night. I was sure that the next time I saw her at work the chumminess that had been growing between us would be gone.

With my luck she would either have burly relatives or a restraining order waiting for me when I got there.

I looked across the table wondering once again what I was doing there. I am so much cooler than these people, so much more normal.

It wasn’t that I didn’t have other places to spend my time, after all Adrian and Gordon were always around. Of course they had their flaws as well; Adrian could be so egotistical that if you proved him wrong about something he could become physically ill. Gordon was made of sterner stuff but he had a penchant for acts of mischief you normally didn’t see outside of a Junior High or a Frat House.

Marvin came back to the table red faced and a little confused looking, “He won’t come.”

“What do you mean?” The statement so startled Kevin that he spilled his drink again, I’m sure I heard the maĆ®tre d' sobbing somewhere nearby.

Joanna asked, “What’s wrong?”

“He won’t leave the house. He says he’s got too many problems.” Marvin took another pull on his beer, “It’s like his Mom all over again.”

“His mom’s dead,” I said. “I’m not getting what you mean here.”

Now it was Alice’s turn to ask a question, “His mom’s dead?”

Kevin looked up from dabbing at his soda soaked pants, “She died in a gas leak like ten years or a decade ago.”

“Ten years is a –” Ida started to say but I silenced him. It just wasn’t worth it.

“It wasn’t a gas leak,” Marvin signaled for the waitress to come over and asked her for a check. “She killed herself.”

I had to laugh a little, “He never said anything about that.”

“Would you want your family’s dirty laundry aired out in public?” Marvin said, “She was cracked in the head, she got a little crazier every year.”

“Oh that’s awful.” Joanna said.

“That’s why he spent so much time in the garage with his old man.” Marvin paid off our drinks and apologized to the waitress and staff. He tipped pretty handsomely too.

I thought of seeing Corey sitting in that chair staring at nothing and asked, “Should we go and see him?”

“No,” Marvin helped Joanna into her coat, “It would just make things worse. His old man’s gotta try and get him back on his pills.”

“He was on medication? For how long?”

“A couple of years. He’s not exactly consistent about it. That’s the problem I guess.”

“I’ve known him longer than anyone else here,” I said. “How is it I’ve never heard any of this.”

Joanna frowned gently, “You can be a little oblivious sometimes.”

“Let’s go shoot some pool,” Ida suggested.

Kevin held the door open so we could all file out, “Sounds good to me.”

“I think I’m just going to go home guys,” I said.

No one wanted to take the Voltron cake with then so we left it behind.

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