It's that moon again, slung so fat and low in the tropical night, calling out across a curdled sky and into the quivering ears of that dear old voice in the shadows, the Dark Passenger, nestled snug in the backseat of the Dodge K-car of Dexter's hypothetical soul. That rascal moon, that loudmouthed leering Lucifer, calling down across the empty sky to the dark hearts of the night monsters below, calling them away to their joyful playgrounds.
Jeff LindsayWhat do you want a clock for?โ โTo find out what time it is,โ I said. โI think thatโs the usual purpose.
Jeff LindsayWhat to wear? I could think of no guidelines on what we were wearing this season to a party forced on you to celebrate an unwanted engagement that might turn into a violent confrontation with a vengeful maniac. Clearly brown shoes were out, but beyond that nothing really seemed de rigueur.
Jeff LindsayItโs like, everything really is two ways, the way we all pretend it is and the way it really is
Jeff LindsayWhen faced with people who have very limited conversational skills and no apparent desire to cultivate any it's always easier to simply go along.
Jeff Lindsay