Drippy boy.
“You know it.”
Visvim?
“Camp High Collective.”
Which one is that?
“It’s run by Handsy Santa.”
Oh, right. I remember that guy. Are you supposed to look like the side panel of an RV?
“It’s explosions of color and a tribute to the Southwest.”
You’re in Los Angeles.
“A city which is both south and west of America.”
CELL PHONE NOISE
“Just getting right to it, huh?”
LA IS NOT THE SOUTHWEST.
“Agree to disagree.”
…
“You’re on with John.”
“I vant to suck your drugs.”
“What?”
“I’m Draculou.”
“Nope. Too weird.”
“Wanna jerk off?”
“Hanging up.”
DIAL TONE NOISE EVEN THOUGH PHONES NO LONGER DO THAT
“Pardon me.”
Mm-hmm?
“All pilled up again?”
You know it, muchacho.
“Leave me out it.”
Who knows what the future holds?
wow.
Draculou for president.
Dude’s itchin’ to get pantsed.
We are the Camp High Collective,
So pity us
The shoes are crap, the toppermosts hideous . . .