The Monkey Chronicles
We took a stroll by the water, and Mabel was clinging to my arm. I was younger then. I was living in an elevator on Tomilson Street in the Bay District. All day, when I wasn’t sightseeing with Mabel, I went up and down that elevator… though never past the seventh floor. It is possible I was waiting for the Muse, but it is also possible that the Muse had disguised itself once again as a monkey. I didn’t care for monkeys then, or now, but at least there weren’t that many of them by the bay. That was the year Mabel was practicing witchcraft on the...
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