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.
“Gonzo journalism!” I exclaim. Badtz nods her head vigorously in agreement. Her thick dark bangs bop up and down over her forehead. “We’ll start a new wave of the genera!” We sit in a room about eight feet long and six feet wide. This might seriously be a storage closet. “I’m going to start introducing you as my lawyer.”