“You’re toothbrush passed away,”Akemi informed me today upon my return home from Montreal.
“What happened?”I asked, in several different ways at several different times that afternoon. Her responses were always evasive:
“You’re going to get a new one.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Just passed away.”
And, finally: “Commit suicide.”
I suspect I’ll never learn the truth surrounding Mr. Bristles fate.
Anyways, I’m back in Toronto, ready to reclaim my spot on the bed from Suji and Lulu who, by all accounts, are enjoying the newfound real estate, having laid claim to half the mattress in unabashedly sprawly fashion. I may be in for quite the battle tonight.
Also, back at it! I have a move to plan, people to meet, a script and overview to deliver, and a lot of comic books to catch up on.