I saw him walk into McDonald’s slowly taking off his motorcycle helmet in slow motion to soft music playing and a light breeze wafting through his hair.
Back at the con I wander around like a cat until I find a good place to sit. Once found I sit there until it is time to go.
Were we about to spend the night in jail for public intoxication?
Rambling and strange conversation is standard amongst us. There were six of total on this Waffle Wednesday. The boys; Motorcycle and Collins sat at the bar a mere three feet from the booth where the girls sat. I refereed to this as girls island.