It's 11:44pm on a fairly still night. Light breeze coming through the window. Someone somewhere is talking about me as my ear is burning.
Okay Mr. Scratchy, I had started to write something else for you, but I changed my mind. Totally chickened out.
Instead, I'm going to ask you if argyle is meaning anything to you right now? I have no idea where that came from, just popped into my brain as I was typing. I scare myself sometimes.
And if it does mean something to you, then I've no doubt scared you a bit as well. And if it doesn't, then write it off as my normal bizarreness.
Hopefully, I stopped scaring you years ago. Hopefully, when you read the oddities that I type, you just smile and say things like "yeah sounds about right".
So Mr. Scratchy, what is it tonight? Just getting in from the gym? Maybe you had a lovely spring night where you are and were out mountain biking? Or for a jog or something? Disk-golf maybe?
And now, I'm imagining you sitting with a beer maybe while you work on that painting I believe you do. Or, with a guitar, working on some lyrics? Whatever it is Mr. Scratchy that you're doing, I hope you've had a great day and a lovely night.
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