The Trickster Diaries/Chapter 65
I get up, make coffee, let the cats out. A full moon on one end of the horizon, sun coming up on the other. Only in the high desert, baby. It’s perfectly quiet. I’m standing outside, impressed with my good fortune when…
It’s her. She’s commented on an ink on paper drawing I posted the night before:
“This is FABulous! May I ask about the title?”
So I grab my coffee, light a smoke, and tell her.
Her: Unbelievable.That’s the connection I made. I didn’t think there was anyone else alive who even knew who The Art Ensemble of Chicago was!
Me: I’m equally as surprised. And impressed. Our secret, OK?
Her: Promise. Except, now everyone knows.
Me: Oh. Right. Forgot.
Her: Strange things abound on the Elloweb, eh?
Me: So I’m discovering.