Pete went west and wound up hangin’ on some hippie’s wall.
He rather liked the macramé and crystal headband he woke up wearing and the readily available avocados. Everything was cool until that darn dragon whooshed up at him outta nowhere.
Pete wasn’t proud of passing out but that’s how it went. He swooned, saw colors.
And wanted pudding.
Words spun from him. They twirled, stretched, sauntered and sped with no apparent pattern.
The night knew this great place owned by an Italian Family that served super-big pizza pies. The crust was thin like paper which is how pizza crust should be. Pete knew this because he was from the east coast where pizza is done right, son.
A chill hippo who was also hanging on the hippie’s wall introduced himself.
They had an excellent chat about the best way to perfectly press a shirt…not that either of them needed perfectly pressed shirts. Still…pressing was a matter they both felt passionate about.
And that’s how it went when Pete went west.
Happy Weird Wednesday…
Pete’s favorite snacks…in case you’re hungry: