a murder: a flock, such as a 'murder of crows,' people in the dark ages were put in crow cages to be pecked to death by them as a form of execution...or so the myth goes
Nick! Nick! Nick nick nick...came to visit!
This has almost nothing to do with murders or flocks. But, nonetheless, I love Nick with all my heart. He's a stand up friend.
While he was in town, we went to I-hop and ate pancakes and eggs and bacon. I was a little sleepy
and we ended up having some ridiculous conversation during which Nick accused
me of killing small animals. So, naturally, I said aloud, "I don't just go
around killing puppies" at the exact moment when our waitress walked up to ask if we
wanted any refills. I slumped down into the plasticy booth seat and gave Nick a scolding
look. It's bad enough that we were in I-hop at 1 am, our waitress
naturally assumed we were drunk (silly her), but now, on top of it all, she
thought I was a murderer. I ate as quickly as I could and made Nick pay the bill
while I scurried to the car so I wouldn't make myself look anymore
foolish...like I had when we came in and I inquired aloud (I meant for it to be
in my head) whether or not they cooked the rice that was holding a group
of pens upright in a coffee mug by the cash register for later use. It's perfectly good
rice!
Nick and I also took his younger sister to see Attack the Block, which isn't
really a "scary movie." I like alien movies, I really do. But it
did have disproportionately scary previews. Nick and I had to cover our
eyes. We're REAL MEN when it comes to pansy things like zombies and possessed
children. (meanwhile I am shaking my head to reflect the honest truth).
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