“Never let it be said that the apocalypse wasn’t beautiful.”
Josh put down his beer, distantly aware that it was somehow to blame for the conversation he was having.
She’d broken his heart one too many times and now, like Humpty Dumpty, there was no putting it back together again.
“I know what superstitions are, but what are normal stitions?”
“Where do hiccups come from?”
“Yeah, Janet that’s right. I swear you could light cigarettes off her, she was HOT! Last night was epic!”
Eventually though, after about 10,000 years of going insane and sane again, a few times over, I had a realization