I stopped by last night (really it was this morning) and banged on your door till my knuckles bled. I found the brownies I left on your porch (a couple of weeks ago!) untouched except for the green stuff gone psychedelic and all fuzzy growing on them. I don’t think I’ve seen a better medium for that particular mold/fungi combination in any lab. Cherie needed the pan for another project she’s working on. I decided to go ahead and sample the brownies as they were, and downed about a dozen of them before I started throwing up on the passenger’s seat of the cruiser. I haven’t slept all morning. Or maybe I have. I don’t know. It’s all been one big hallucination, including this email. Did you ever notice that email backwards is laime? What’s laime? Email backwards. I swear a blue jay is out front reminding me to stop leaving the mower out in the rain so the magneto doesn’t rust. Hang on a minute…. I just told him to quit being such an old lady. A litter of rabbits, if that’s what you call them, cute little bunnies each, hold their bellies with laughter at what I suppose is an inside joke the twins chirped out. Those twins come up with clever stuff! One starts the sentence, the other finishes. It’s a little game they play. Wish I knew what they were saying:.
Blue Jay: The day, the day, the day…
Twin One: here it comes…
Twin Two: there it goes….
