"So," the man asked, clearly anxious to get on with things, "you can give me directions?"
"Why, of course..." I said, trying to contrive a believable spiel of horseshit so he'd get lost and I could steal his precious shoelaces. I'm usually good at such things, but I was a bit off that night.
"It's, uh, to the south," I began. The man nodded. "OVER the bridge... but UNDER the water..." I continued.
I sensed the man was starting to become alarmed, so I slacked my tone, much as one does on that tuesday morning when you finally run out of toothpicks... but then, that tuesday comes for all of us someday. and it's a mean fucker. Thus was written by Larry in 1982, when He declared it to be the Lord's law god bless
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