Bread and Bandages
12/23/2005
  Coming Down--From Heaven to Arkadia
03.02.00
12.07.03

Coming down I told Sassi I felt like I did
when Scooby and BJ convinced me to drink all
those glasses of brandy, but in a good way—I
mean it sucked then but it felt good tonight—
that same feeling of being in a little boat and that
feeling of a sense of floating slightly rocking
about motion....probably I should learn not to
talk until I’m actually all the way back to
earth. Walking outside to put Sir’s case away I
grinned up at all the stars. I’m a little afraid now,
being in the house alone with Scooby gone,
but I’ve got the cats, my stuffed
animals and police baton. I think the most
dangerous weapon anyone could ever use against
me is my own imagination—maybe that’s why I’m
so odd about not being often sharing the
things I fancy with people – that and how
weird they always are. Come to think, I scare
me far more often than anyone else ever has,
even Billy. Is everyone like that?
 
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