“Blowing Things Off”

BOOM!!

 

Tweak: “Now what?”

Me: “M-80s.”

 

Bowie-dog crawls under a dresser. Tweak tilts her head so much that disdain drips out.

 

Tweak: “Are people dying?”

Me: “I can only hope.”

Tweak: “Is it humans attacking or ‘War of the Worlds’?”

Me: “Ooh! A Tom Cruise missile… One for me, one for Katie Holmes.”

 

BOOM!!

 

Through the window…

“Woo-hoo!”

“Dammit, Jesse!”

“Hold my beer.”

“FIND MY FINGERS!”

 

Tweak: “Give you guys opposable thumbs and you blow them off.”

Me: “M-80, M-81, whatever it takes.”

 

BOOM!!

 

Bowie-dog whimpers; Tweak narrows her eyes.

 

Tweak: “Let’s go find his fingers.”

Me: “That’s not his finger.”

Tweak: “Let’s go find his cruise missile.”

 

22 June 2014, “Tolerating Tweak.”

 

sleep night