I'm still here. Came home from a very long drive up to see raddidge. Fuck gas prices, some things are far more important in my life. Spot enjoyed her adventure even though the car was a bit warm for her liking on the drive up to the homestead.
And in other news, a voicemail.
Brian says, "You my soul brother. You're the brother I never had and that means something to me and I want you to feel welcome back, welcome home and at least welcome to be back east."
Anyway, right now I'm a bit melancholy and cautious about life.
It was a dark and stormy night. Honest. I was living in a small cottage on her mother's land. The homestead was exactly like it is in waking life. Instead of resting on the ground, it was held aloft atop an I beam and a large cylinder. During the storm I stepped out of my front door and watched raddidge's home fall forward towards me and crash to the ground, a pile of dark brown timber. I was horrified and concerned for her safety and the safety of her family. Through the rain I saw South Park construction paper versions of her mother and two brothers translucently rising out of the rubble, strumming harps with halos over their heads. For a while I waited to see if raddidge would also float up to heaven only to be shocked by a tapping on my shoulder.
raddidge was standing behind me. "I'll marry you for six hundred dollars."
"Six hundred dollars?" I was incredulous. How can one put a price on that? The endeavor wouldn't even mean anything because it was a commodity.
"Six hundred dollars. I lost everything, my home, my family. You can't expect me to do it for free."
The whole situation tickled the waking-life raddidge, making her laugh out loud. A little later she said that she would only do it for $1200.
