lewis wants to rescue bowling ball. i kind of do also, but, no, this is seriously dangerous. twice -- twice! i start to venture a little closer, and a luxury automobile whips in, driver deftly straddling giant sinkhole (with teal bowling ball). navigating around teal bowling ball.
but i want it, lewis complains. no, no, i'd be inclined to go for it too, i say, but this is dangerous. people are too psycho here. as if to prove my point, another luxury automobile then whips into our shared consciousness. no, like that strange nickelodeon show with the koala bears, teal bowling ball exists in some one-way nexus protected by hurtling lexus. and also beempfau.
teal bowling ball may still be there. in the dark. waiting for luxury car. neither lewis nor i were able to arrive at any sort of viable theory w/rt how teal bowling ball got there -- much like the forget-me-nots on a very specific section of grass by the road, teal bowling ball is a sport of unexplained origin. at that point i began to declaim the virtues of candlepin, and teal bowling ball was left to brood in its asphalt nest. forever