The Daily Rick

I look back upon our talks about going too fast, taking things slow and all that with great fondness. Any time the subject would even be brought up, the fear factor would ratchet up three notches and even though things always came back to earth it always seemed, to me, to be going back a step or two.

Tonight, in the half-dark of the room, with gum on the head board and Chris Martin playing jester, we confessed with forbidden words.

I shall now drink my fill of orange juice and go back to my surreality; a strange world where I am, of all things, happy.