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?

Of course, we all know intellectually that the crazy genius? Mostly bull. But it is our myth and we love it. Cause, you know, society is crazy. The other one we like is that there is an island somewhere where the people Get It Right and never fight or anything. Hmm, Buffista Island is making a different kind of sense now...