Chapter Fifty Three
Infinite Bottles of Beer on the Wall…
We were in a white transit van on I-90 just outside
Chicago. We all had our outfits on; it
was all rather surreal. It was
Halloween, so no one cared. Psychonaut
drove. I had shotgun. The Prankster was sitting
on toolbox in the back, singing in that really disturbing voice of his, “Infinite
bottle of beer on the wall, infinite bottles of beer. If one of those bottles happens to fall,
infinite bottles of beer on the wall. Infinite bottles of beer on the wall,
infinite bottles of beer. If one of
those bottles happens to fall, infinite bottles of beer on the wall…”
"Clarity," I said subaudibly. "I'm gonna need some Crimson."
(c) copyright 2020 Diana Hignutt
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