More Munch...but I have no idea how I'm gonna resolve this. Less than none. Munchkin shocked me.

Dru would hardly have to be Gloria Allred to want my nads in a jar at this point...it’s my worst nightmare times about five. I cannot believe I did that, not the least of which because Drusilla is the most beautiful homicidal maniac I’ve ever been with.
And she has that thick lustrous hair that she also wears long, like You Know Who.(Maybe if I don’t say her name, the thoughts will go away. But then again, if I say “Don’t think about horses,” what pops in your head. Seabiscuit, right?) And if Dru does want the jewels, it’s not like she has a ton of superego holding her back.

Well, guys, I say to them, what a long strange trip it’s been. Thanks for everything and for nothing.Felicia is gonna get her wish. Felicia had short spiky hair like yours, except dark. I told myself it was what I liked. But while part of my brain is eulogizing my testicles, another is still stroking Dru’s hair and fantasizing. That’s right...in some ways, I’ve learned nothing. I grab Dru’s old fashioned hairbrush(and not only cause it’s heavy enough to make a weapon, huh? ) and run it through her hair a few times wondering where she goes when she sits quiet like that. I’ve known people who paid gurus tons of money to learn that kind of stillness.
Honest to God, I thought Kay was my friend. Yeah, I’ve thought about her sexually. She’s really gorgeous, and ready for anything...how could you not? You’ve talked to her for a few hours...I bet you’re not a Kinsey 0 anymore...Are you blushing? I’m really not in the squad anymore, am I? But we’re not friends. Partners, siblings, each other’s favorite dirty thought(I’d like to fuck her till she quivers) And yet we drive each other insane. But we aren’t just friends. Maybe we never were friends.

I stop brushing midstroke. “Naughty, naughty, Munchkin.” Dru says. “The game’s not over yet.”

Good going, Einstein, I think, discovering your forbidden love in front of the fucking psychic with the long pointy teeth. And the enclopedic knowledge of how to make a guy scream, in every way possible.Cause there are places on me that would respond to Eva Braun, if she was gentle enough. “Ok, Dru. But this is pretend. Just pretend. And I tie her hair in a bun, with a few wispy parts that look like they are fighting to break free. So sexy.

grab Dru’s old fashioned hairbrush(and not only cause it’s heavy enough to make a weapon, huh? ) and run it through her hair a few times wondering where she goes when she sits quiet like that.

Oh, man. Dru's stillness. I can see him being terrified and envious and resentful, all at the same time.

Good going, Einstein, I think, discovering your forbidden love in front of the fucking psychic with the long pointy teeth.

(dying again)

He can be brilliant, but also so.fricking. stupid. And, yes, I imagine, as somebody who failed to meditate because he couldn't keep his mouth shut, and got kicked out of Liquor Class,(This was canon, btw.) that kind of quiet would be all of those things, Deb. And I put a Love's Bitch shout-out in. (Was hardly a perfect fit, though)

erika, he's like the character of John Parlabane, in Robertson Davies' "The Rebel Angels" - a defrocked would-be monk who left his contemplative Order because he had trouble with the Silence rule, and even more trouble with the Submit to Authority rule.

I don't know the book, but that's the Munchkin. He even broke his own rule, jumping Dru that way.And with that liquor license broad? The more she hated his jokes, he got louder and more inappropriate, it seemed to me.

“Ok, Dru. But this is pretend. Just pretend. And I tie her hair in a bun, with a few wispy parts that look like they are fighting to break free. So sexy.

That's beautiful.

Thank you. It occurs to me I write about hair frequently.(It was going to be the family business for about half a minute, though. But that was before my time.) It's funny...from the beginning there's been quite a strong bond between Munch and Dru, even though sometimes he finds her frightening.

erika, I think her craziness echoes a place where he lives in his head, but is afraid to venture too deep into.

I can definitely see that. He digs the vision thing. And we lefties (well some of us)wanna believe inside every crazy person is a genius that "gets it" better than we do. You know, what if she's on to something? What if she knows the meaning of life? John isn't going to want to miss that.

John isn't going to want to miss that.

Right. And now I'm envisioning them circling round each other like doubtful dogs, sniffing for The Truth, whatever in hell that is - or at least John would. Dru? Who knows?