Burbank and I aren’t speaking. I still haven’t forgiven him for last night in the pub. When will I learn to forgive and forget? We’re spending most of the morning on a coach bus, riding to Lyon. I’m sitting in the front of the bus, and Burbank’s in the back with the cool kids.
Dear cool kids in the back of the bus,
ReplyDeleteThe steam you see coming out of my ears is residual fumes from the stench we had to endure last night in the holding cell. Considering the arrest was entirely your fault, Burbank, I’m not likely to forget the incident by the following sunrise.
--Milo