Leo's Pad, Very Early Saturday Morning
Huh, a post card from his brother. Apparently he was onto another grand scheme up in Maine. Leo sighed. While it had been good to see him again, his brother had been somewhat embarressing. And of course he'd cleaned Leo out in terms of herb. Of course here, one hardly needed pot to experience weird stuff. For dealing with weird stuff yeah, it was helpful.
He hoped Mary would not hold Charlie against him. She was a groovy chick.
And thinking of one groovy chick made him think about other groovy chicks that inhabited the island.
His gaze strayed to the old pictures he'd found the other day, and he looked at them again. He liked Fandom. He liked the kids, and he liked the weirdness. But, he was lonely. And he didn't look lonely in these pictures. He bet he could remember where that was if he really tried.
ooc: Establishy
He hoped Mary would not hold Charlie against him. She was a groovy chick.
And thinking of one groovy chick made him think about other groovy chicks that inhabited the island.
His gaze strayed to the old pictures he'd found the other day, and he looked at them again. He liked Fandom. He liked the kids, and he liked the weirdness. But, he was lonely. And he didn't look lonely in these pictures. He bet he could remember where that was if he really tried.
ooc: Establishy