The Photo Hut, Monday Afternoon
Leo set out two plates of brownies that he'd made that morning. They were clearly labled:
BROWNIES, and EXTRA SPECIAL BROWNIES He was hoping the fuzz would be too square to know what the second one meant. If not he could always blame the trolls.
There was a big sign in the window, above the one asking for help that said:
FREE BROWNIES FOR FORMER CAPTIVES!
He was, in addition to partaking of a few brownies himself, humming Christmas carols and decorating for the holidays.
This island was so completely far out. Almost immediately upon arrival he'd had his first customers, found cowboy themed bar, and gotten invited to a way weird party. The folks he met there were pretty groovy, even if most of the weekend had been pretty quiet. But the chick who'd invited him made the whole weekend worth it when it was time to leave. Capped it off with a smoke (and after two days of not toking, that was extra gratifying), and now, brownies. Life was good.
BROWNIES, and EXTRA SPECIAL BROWNIES He was hoping the fuzz would be too square to know what the second one meant. If not he could always blame the trolls.
There was a big sign in the window, above the one asking for help that said:
FREE BROWNIES FOR FORMER CAPTIVES!
He was, in addition to partaking of a few brownies himself, humming Christmas carols and decorating for the holidays.
This island was so completely far out. Almost immediately upon arrival he'd had his first customers, found cowboy themed bar, and gotten invited to a way weird party. The folks he met there were pretty groovy, even if most of the weekend had been pretty quiet. But the chick who'd invited him made the whole weekend worth it when it was time to leave. Capped it off with a smoke (and after two days of not toking, that was extra gratifying), and now, brownies. Life was good.