I really shouldn't be grinning this much, but I can't help it. My dinner with Joanne is scheduled for tomorrow at an Italian place I think we'll both like. It's private, but the atmosphere is really pleasant.

Again, I wander into this weird little place. But I'm in too good a mood to be bothered.

Open the apartment door, step in, drop keys on the coffee table.

At least, that's what I'd planned.

I wasn't anywhere I wanted to be.

"Adam, I swear, if this is one of your jokes...."

It's a park, and under a tree on a bench sits Kyle, with a sketchbook and coloured pencils. Doing the costume designer thing.

It's a very empty EP because the mun is dying from Gushers overdose, but poke anyway!