I'm waiting for my cousin to call. Something about town is going to bring him closer to me sooner than later and we must plan some sort of rendezvous. Why not write during the wait?
The other day we were at a restaurant - the usual crew and myself. This is a dining establishment. Within, food is prepared, sold and consumed. People actually eat here. I want to make this perfectly clear for, though I find it entirely inappropriate in any setting, this particular setting makes the aberration more striking. The Mother and Father were fairly nondescript however the age of the child in Dad's arm is notable. Some say six years old, some say three. We agreed on four but I tell you, the kid could speak and walk, though speaking and walking he was not. Oh, how I wish he were speaking and walking that afternoon for then, he would not have been suckling his fathers large earl lobe, going at it like it was an oxygen bit and he was at the bottom of Lake Nasty Child - a suckling the dad not only allowed, but with which he assisted and insured perpetuation of when said father stood the son on the counter so that the slobbering creature could continue trying to down his lobe while lunch was being ordered for the family by good ol lobey Dad (and currently being consumed by innocent bystanders!) Again, this was NOT a baby.
When the predator was finally taken away from the mans ear-nipple, the lobe was engorged, red and dripping with goo.
Nauseousness of a new kind was found that afternoon. Thought you'd like to hear of the unfortunate discovery.
fighting the enemy as according to Mr. Ahead,
JXR
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