225 Near Disasters

[cal_sitter]

Life is full of departures. Everyone eventually leaves someone, something, somewhere, and everyone is eventually left behind. Minimize your connections, and those departures are relegated to inconveniences and necessities. It was always easy for Cal and me to move on. Collect your last paycheck if you had the time, throw your belongings in the

Comments

[downrightlinear]

I don't think it works that way. The universe likes to skip out on the bill a lot.

[cal_sitter]

The universe enjoys throwing my family the slop from the dumpster.

[downrightlinear]

Better than the slop from the bathroom.

[cal_sitter]

That was in Abbagor's cave, and knowing New York, probably in Boggle's mud puddle in Central Park.

[downrightlinear]

Abbagor?

[cal_sitter]

A troll beneath the Brooklyn Bridge.

[downrightlinear]

Did he collect a toll?

[cal_sitter]

He ate people.

[downrightlinear]

Well.

I hope it gave him heart burn.

[cal_sitter]

My brother gave him a few dozen bullets to the head. I would have liked to cut his head off had I been available.

[downrightlinear]

Out of town?

[cal_sitter]

In the troll.

[downrightlinear]

The question is: is that better or worse than taking care of a bird?

[cal_sitter]

I would have said "worse" without hesitation before my work too me to New Jersey with a demonic chicken.

[downrightlinear]

Until this moment I forgot that you ever mentioned that.

[cal_sitter]

It was an aggravating chicken and it breathed fire. Granted, it did so without malicious intent, unlike Abbagor, whose idea of fun is violation and enslavement when the kill won't do.