Yep, I totally forgot what I was going to say, I should just leave this blank part 2 in Adjunct to 8/9/2013 flash friday; a trinity of flashs

So it’s like the first anniversary of filing for divorce, almost as big a clusterfuck as goddamn daylight fucking savings. Bang for clusterfuck buck the divorce filing sure had an anti-climatic ending; I mean all the filing grief I went through the least they could have done was shoot sunny out of a cannon with a litter of midgets into a pool of clowns or something. Everyone in that courtroom had that same sort of look “is that it?”

It does answer that nagging question of why I’ve been thinking about Sunny, um, thing that nags and questions. It doesn’t answer why I should not be allowed to go into a liquor store alone. But I shouldn’t. I mean unsupervised or even a phone app that makes a wrist slapping noise whenever I … do anything alone in a liquor store.

I think this is not a record for the longest I’ve gone without hearing from Sunny since I’ve known her (there was the forty years before we met that I’m sure had a longer stretch without hearing from her, though not the full forty years you’d suspect. I mean I have a real story plus that whole thing about not going into liquor stores alone sometimes ends in periods of time I can’t remember and if any living person is the patron saint of black outs it’s sunny. My problem with liquor stores is almost the opposite though.). But it is a solidly consistent amount of not talking to her since divorce; never. It’s ok, I don’t have anything to say to her, but you’d think she’d have something to say to me, like, I don’t know “Why’d didn’t the state of Mi shoot me out of a cannon with midgets?”

Fuck, now I forgot what I was thinking or typing about. Blah blah blah daylight fucking savings blah blah blah fucking sunny blah blah blah liquor stores. Yeah, no, I totally forgot.