I waited on the front porch of my grandmother’s house for over an hour before I gave up on my great uncle showing up to take me to the movies.

And the days were now shaped by omens.

Dry wood floor the colour of gravy and a climbing wall.

Oh gosh, it was an observation, my friend Shadow’s wife Wanda said, not an insult.

Any time I find myself in a Block I start trying doors.

Grimacing, she eyes the reddish liquid in the shot glass. “What’s this?”

The aquarium's Angelfish Investors saw no need to step in when energy prices geysered, dressing up their own worries – as gulf-weed occluded pristine commercial goals elsewhere in their portfolio – as aggressive disappointment in the aquarium’s manager Mica.

What struck him that day was the crazy people. There are way too many weirdos hanging out everywhere, at least in his eyes. But perhaps it’s not the very ones that all think about in the first place those are really truly insane in the end?