I saw his red hat in the distance I knew

I saw his red hat in the distance I knew

I knew it was the hat from before

but it was now oddly-shaped, as if someone had left in the closet a bit too long. I picked it up from the floor and tried to

squish it back to its original form. It held for a while, but then, as giving up, would slowly melt along my arm, down my legs onto the ground again. It seemed to fancy the ground.

The pet leech

turned. Point of fact: Leeches are bad pets for the following reasons: One: They don't listen. Two: They don't come when you all. Three: They have an unwavering thirst for blood

of their owners. Four: Their salt-restricted lifestyle means everyone in the house has to give up table salt, which is usually considered to be unfair by

a felt a a sharp pain in my chest, and realized it might be the big one. I was short of breath and could only just gasp, "Randy, Sea Salt"

Randy, always the joker, replied "Yes, I do. I also see pepper." Let me live, I prayed, let me live. Randy sprinkled me with the sal de mer as I saw myself from above. I was done.