Velcro

Belle was wearing Velcro shoes when I bumped into her with the dogs. Warden jumped up onto her and she said, "What the f**k!" I said, "Sorry," to the Velcro shoes and when I looked up. Up, up, up, up to the face, I saw Belle and Belle saw me. She said, "Jesus, if it ain't Curt G. Jimenez!" I didn't know what to say, or how to act or, or, or, do anything really. I just thought about that knife. God. How I loved that knife. I wanted that knife. I wanted to get down on my knees and beg for that knife. I didn't, of course, because Belle gave me the finger and stomped off. Goodbye Belle Star. Goodbye, my knife!