Uncle Fishbits

In lieu of intellectually elite meanderings, I will channel this groovy little 30’s vibe I found under the sofa, near the back north corner:
So i says to Dotty,
… “Dotty”, I says, what are you doing for Halloween?”
And Dotty says, Looking for a decompression… but I may have a ticket to the sold out Independent [...]

But, last night driving to meet her, I had a revelation: I
refuse to carry the neglected heartache and hurt, and grief, and
jealousy, and sadness…. I won’t do it. I have seen the sickness and
atrophy it breeds in others, and frankly, I am not that type of
person. Whatever ways we had reacted to the situation or treated each
other.. it is over