The bats on the lane were brilliant tonight – doing their
loop-the-loops in front of my face and then flying to within a couple of inches
of my nose. I swear they’re showing off.
And guess what I do now. I talk to the trees. But they don’t
listen to me. Or do they?
One up on Clint.
This is the point at which I quote Marvin:
‘Life? Don’t talk to me about life. God, I’m so depressed.’
Have I earned a label yet?
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