**back from the film festival**
*tips limo driver, quietly opens the door and slips in*
*turns on light in kitchen, drops bags to the floor with a clatter*
Pies? What the-?
*spy the hardening filling all over the counters, count pies, stop at twenty, wonder where the hell all the pie pans came from*
Jack?
...
Jack, are you here?
*wonder if this is some weird kind of British break-up: wreck the kitchen but give you something to eat?*
*sees the mangled Mr. Huggy-Love sitting on the TV* that sick BASTARD!
*wonder who I can give the frickin' hemp/puka-shell bracelet and balancing-stick hippy-shit to, now pissed that I hung out with stinky, Patchouli, dread-locked white boys at the festival just so I could find something to bring back as a gift*
*frickin' HATES Patchouli*
*shoulders slump, grab a fork, dig into a pie* Mmmmm. *sighs*
*turns on light in kitchen, drops bags to the floor with a clatter*
Pies? What the-?
*spy the hardening filling all over the counters, count pies, stop at twenty, wonder where the hell all the pie pans came from*
Jack?
...
Jack, are you here?
*wonder if this is some weird kind of British break-up: wreck the kitchen but give you something to eat?*
*sees the mangled Mr. Huggy-Love sitting on the TV* that sick BASTARD!
*wonder who I can give the frickin' hemp/puka-shell bracelet and balancing-stick hippy-shit to, now pissed that I hung out with stinky, Patchouli, dread-locked white boys at the festival just so I could find something to bring back as a gift*
*frickin' HATES Patchouli*
*shoulders slump, grab a fork, dig into a pie* Mmmmm. *sighs*