I was climbing through the hole in the chain link fence at the Boy’s apartment, heading to A&P, listening to some new tunes when I had a weird deja vu moment…
Rewind two and a half years ago, its sometime after midnight on my last night in my apartment in Kingston. Ali, Annie and I are up to drunken shenanigans in the parking lot. Another chain link fence, another trip to A&P, and I believe a top hat was involved.
I wonder what ever happened to that hat?
Moving causality, I guess. This reminds me I need to replace my cane too.
On a somewhat related note; we were having a discussion the other day, if Mr. Peanut where to speak what kind of accent do you think he’d have?
I reckon British, however the Boy disagrees.