Friday, December 27, 2013

Illuminated Only by the Lampposts

The city is a lady. A very... slender lady. Except not as slender as me because I am the slender man, that is my name. Hello, I'm a master detective. I wear a cool hat and a cool coat and drift through the city streets at night, illuminated only by the lampposts. I'm one cool guy. My arch nemesis doesn't seem to think so, though. He's a gas mask-wearing hoodlum who signs his notes "Arch nemesis," the Arch always bolded. For years I've been trying to bust him-- that is, nearly three years-- but I just can't seem to get my slender hands on him.

I like long walks on the beach and stalking college students who make bad films and write bad stories. Like this one kid, his name is legally Billy Everyblogger, how hilarious is that? I've been trying to get a hold of him for weeks now but his phone is always busy. Oh well, I can never get good reception on my cell phone anyway, it's always static-y.