I hope I am served the wrong kind of pancake so I have an excuse to talk to the waiter about this dream I keep having in which strangers are aging rapidly while watching me pee.
The pancake will have to be very wrong in order for my bringing up the dream to be appropriate.
Fortunately the most wrong things that exist outside of dreams aren’t people getting shot or stabbed or even being alone. Things that wrong can only exist as pancakes, toppings on pancakes, and sometimes syrup.
The syrup on my table is “Loganberry.”
The walnuts are pomp little shotgun shells.
