Woke up this morning thinking about the old man.
No, not me - the progenitor (of me - I guess I should say - not all things).
He'd been laughing, in my dream; in fact we both had, been cracking up. God knows about what, but it was big fun, as he might say.
Or is that me? Anway...
He'd been making this goofy face I don't remember ever seeing before, and yet it was pure Buzzy - eyes wide, and… sparkling really, twinkling. Brimming with life and humor.
We were just on the verge of cackling when I woke up.
And noticed I had a hard on.
Which... disturbed me… until I realized I had to pee.
So I took care of that and now I'm writing this.
Morning, old man.* This one's for you.
The writing I mean.
And if this is all a little too phallic?
*Yeah, yeah - takes one to know one. Whatever.