I was already feeling unsettled and cranky. And then, of course, I let some self righteous Randian wheeze generator get me pissed off. I'm not going to sleep. I may as well get drunk. Or buy a gun. Or ride a rhinoceros through town daring anybody to look at me funny. Or some combination of the above. I like the word rhinoceros. It's fun to say. And there's no law against drunken rhinoceros riding. Is there? I don't think so, anyway. I wonder if the Detroit zoo has rhinoceri. And if they like being spray painted. Because you'd totally need to detail one before you took it out for a spin.
Winston! Saddle up Snuffles for a quick turn about the suburb! Look smart, man! And where the hell is my bourbon?
Winston! Saddle up Snuffles for a quick turn about the suburb! Look smart, man! And where the hell is my bourbon?