In my head while I was sleeping these are the facts as they rolled before my mind's eye.
Benito Di Fonzo (a man I have spied once but never met) invited me to his house. He did this by becoming insensibly drunk and leaving objects in my glass cube of a letterbox. He left trousers with notes in the pockets, the barrel of a lock but not the key, an empty bottle, the last two pages of a novel.
I would go to his house or his parties but he always ignored me. They sat on the floor, a great ring of men, all drunk, some of them tended to me fetching drinks in heavy glasses and offering up cigarettes and somewhere to lean my head. Benito continued to ignore me in person and leave objects in my cube by night. This is most curious.
Benito Di Fonzo (a man I have spied once but never met) invited me to his house. He did this by becoming insensibly drunk and leaving objects in my glass cube of a letterbox. He left trousers with notes in the pockets, the barrel of a lock but not the key, an empty bottle, the last two pages of a novel.
I would go to his house or his parties but he always ignored me. They sat on the floor, a great ring of men, all drunk, some of them tended to me fetching drinks in heavy glasses and offering up cigarettes and somewhere to lean my head. Benito continued to ignore me in person and leave objects in my cube by night. This is most curious.
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Arggghh!
I'll go fetch some rum but no guarantees that any liquid will get back to you.
Cabin boy is a good job on a pirate ship, you get to hang out with the captain and drink rum and feed the parrot and look at maps and treasure while the other pirates pull on ropes and make the sails do things.
I'll keelhaul the lubber too, arrrgh.
By the way, I need those two pages back. Cheers.
BDF