Maybe they call them fireflies where you come from. But do you know of any fire, a real fire, that blips on and then blips off, and blips on again? Your old science teacher would have told you that these tiny creatures use their bioluminescence to attract mates or prey. You wanted to, but you never did, raise your hand and ask, "What's the difference?" You just doodled in your notebooks: Mates. Prey. Praying mantis. Pray. Mates. Playmates. Duckbill Platypus.
After dropping Tone off last night I headed home to the trailer, but not before stopping by the store for some beer. I grabbed the first cold six-bottle carton that presented itself to the eye. It was a little game I played. Sometimes I cheated, of course, when the displays got too static and predictable, and the beer I really wanted was hidden further back in the store. Always bottles. Was never into smashing empty cans on my forehead though it certainly has its allure sometimes. And nobody ever ties bottles on the back of a wedding limo, so that painful reminder is avoided. I fell asleep on the couch watching a stupid Braves game, which they ended up losing in extra innings.