Today I finished the tale of a dead man.
It’s banal but feels significant in that way that life does sometimes.
I was with LT. We got to talking about Feles Umbra and that she had toasted him at the symbl last Saturday. It was through Leth that she’d met him, I had thought she might be a PERL coder but n apparently not.
Feles Umbra walked off with Leth’s dates a few times. This does not surprise me and I think I’ve heard the story before. I told The Jellicle that and she laughed.
Feles Umbra became friends with people through repeated confrontations, it’s just usually they seem to have been professional rather than personal.
Anyway he was explicitly told not LT and apparently respected the boundary.
We chatted about him and she told me a story he had started telling her one time. It was the Pocket Sick story. I will not recount it here because it’s gross.
I think I heard it from him whilst I was doing the washing up in Hijinks flat. I think I’ve heard Puck tell it too.
That most banal means of time travel that occurs within the human mind meant that I could finish the story for her, which I did so laughing far harder than it deserved because the circumstances were so ordinarily bizarre.
So I finished a raconteur’s tale for him. And, it being Feles Umbra, it was one about Pocket Sick.