There is something about aging people clinging to some party life. But that's when the mushrooms kick in and all of the sudden you have greater beasts to slay.
In a festival of wierdos I always feel like a guest of honor... The mind set that they are trying to achieve is my natural state. A bizarre poem started would naturally be finished by myself if a person were to pose it to me.
It would be rather natural. After I am surrounded with hugs and told how awesome it is that I played the game. We are playing a game... is it over? can i act natural now?
And then just as the elevator doors to the Ferry were closing on the way home I heard "A woman's Purse has been found..." Cut of by the elevator doors. I looked over at a purse less CT... She was sure it must be in the car. Later when Kaiya and I were alone in the car waiting for a remarkably calm C.T. to come back down to the Vehicle deck we sang a song. C.T. Said that she ran into her hysterical best friend who was also looking for her purse that she had lost.
Then as we began driving I mentioned that it might be a good idea to check to see if the wallet was in the purse, and then possibly check to see if the credit card was there as well.
Silly old me.
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