How Do You Know

Today, I was just walking my pet pigeon, Beauregard, around in circles (but he's so strong, it's like he's walking me!), with a leash I made out of old subway sandwich bags when every thought I had was being attacked by one of the movie posters at the theater.

I just do!!!

Now, I don't know any film makers (at all) that want to create a film which ultimately makes its audience defensive, but someone did!

It could have been because of the walking in circles, but I felt like I was being interrogated by a child that had four heads that varied from really pretty to broken to constantly on a conference call and finally to old and awesome. 

It went a little something like this:

Charlie: I'm hungry.

Four headed child/movie poster: How do you know

Charlie: I guess because I can just feel it.

Four headed child/movie poster: How do you know

Charlie: Because its rumbling and my tummy is in me therefore I can feel it.

Four headed child/movie poster: How do you know

Charlie: How do I know its rumbling or how do I know my tummy is in me?

Four headed child/movie poster: How do you know

Charlie: I don't! That's why I'm asking! 

Four headed child/movie poster: How do you know

Charlie: Stop questioning my existence! 

That happened until I got so angry that I punched that child/poster right in the face(s?)! 

Then Beauregard complemented me on my excellent form, "coo," he said which everyone knows is just the street version of "cool, great form Charlie!"

Four headed child/movie poster: How do you know

TWO FORTIES DOWN!


All your booze is now on the ground, the LAST place you want it. Thanks, how do you know, now i'm sober.