Johnny called me the other day. I didn’t pick up.
I called the Devil the other day. He didn’t pick up.
All the wrong ghosts haunt me.
Movie: “You have 212 more supplicants to see you.”
Me: (to wife) That’s why we have judges – they act on the king’s behalf because the king couldn’t possib…
Alison: I have to write down everything you tell me while watching movies and television and call it, Stuff my husband tells me during movies and television.
Did you ever wonder why “movie trailers,” are called that, even though they come before the movie?
Or why the Three Musketeers candy bar is called that, when it’s one single bar?
The former is because the trailer used to trail the main film but no one stuck around to watch them, so they switched it.
The latter’s because it used to be three different candy bars – chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry – until just after WWII when it cost too much to make all three flavours.
The thing is that these things just stick around, long after they make any sense to anyone.
In this post, I wrote about putting up a key holder for Alison and me. I never put up a picture of it because I was worried about someone being able to duplicate our keys from the picture so I never did.
But, after the gate incident with Pac, I replaced my locks, so it’s a moot point.
I took that picture up above with Alison on June 6, 2014 and told her that her spot would always be the first hook.
She hung up her keys at the end of October, 2015 and never took them down again. They’re still there now. If you ever come over, those are her keys.
I never touch them.
I always tell myself that this is the year I’ll take them down but I can’t bring myself to do it. Which makes no sense, I know.
But, neither do trailers or single chocolate bars called Three Musketeers.
It’ll be November soon. I’ll be drinking again then.
Who am I kidding? I’ve already started. Because.