If you’re wondering why I’m back and Mr. Priddy is gone.
Tuesday, April 20th, 2010
From a note wrapped around a brick, found among the remains of Curt’s prized menagerie of glass animals:
Dear Chris,
How many Zima and pineal fluid benders can one man go on in the course of a week? And where’s he getting Zima is this day and age, anyway? And how am I supposed get any work done when he’s hovering, all ragged breathing and blurry eyes, looking like he’s going to savage my drafting brush again?
I admit it. You’re the bigger, or at least the more co-dependent, man. I’m releasing Curt back into your custody.
scarred and wearily yours,
Joel
