Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Fire, Fire In The Venue

Where you going?

“There’s a fire.”

And who set that fire?

“You seem to be a real finger-pointing type of cat. I’ve noticed this about you, man.”

And if you were anyone else, you would be an arsonist.

“Arson implies intent.”

At a certain point, negligence becomes intent.

“Uh-huh. Where’d you read that?”

Made it up.

“Right, yeah. You got any other dopey ideas or can I escape the fire now?”

How big is it?

“Show’s probably gonna be canceled.”

Wow. You should blame this on Keith.

“I was planning on it.”

Smart.

1 Comment

  1. Luther Von Baconson

    April 8, 2017 at 9:18 pm

    did he manage to snag a handful of Lil’ Smokies from the Buffet Tray? Something to nosh on in the interim?

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