Day Twenty Two

Yesterday, a Police Man came to my door, preaching all kinds of unholiness. Did you do this? Did you do that? Then asked for my cooperation! I said no it's my favorite game! Then he gave me a look with his nose all crooked - to the side, not back-to-front. I said, "Hell no, I don't have cups. I threw a mug full of speechless coffee sometime ago... you must have the wrong person. He [the postie] sounds kinda shift-shady if you talk to the gremlin over there." I had a facial expression showing my complete truthfulness of soap clean honesty.
I did, however, mention that the toe whispered it to me, coerced me I said. And hence forth I deny everything. So I shut the door.

Crowd Your Own Space Midget.