Lucky Dogs.

I am spending some quality alone time with Consuela after having visited Checkpoint Charlie’s last night. Do not tell Mrs. King. She may suspect but she does not know. I have not told her. I snuck out of the house like a thief in the night. The moon was full and the air was moist and dark.

You can tell Mrs. King that I am spending time with Consuela. Mrs. King has the patience of a saint. Do not tell Mrs. King I was out on patrol at Checkpoint Charlie’s last night. Mrs. King has the patience of a saint.

If something happens when someone is sleeping, does that not, by definition, make it a dream?

I know where the Lucky Dog carts are stored. They are kept on Commerce Street, naturally.

New Orleans is more interesting at 3:00AM than it is at 10:00PM, let me tell you.