party, part 2

illustrations by danny delacroix

paul had always been the life of the party he was quietlly upset when larry replaced him being replaced in this world is never fun suddenly all anybody could talk about was larry it was a time of reflection for paul it was not unheard of for someone to make a comeback from the deepest depths of violent despair but what, exactly , could he do? he had always expected a lot from himself even as a young partygoer just starting out he had zero tolerance dor mediocrity and absolutely no patience for excuses bring to on, he muttered to himself as we walked through the calamitous night maybe the dinosaurs couldn't come back but he expected more from himself first, he needed a plan the gods couldn't help him he had to be his own hero just then he looked down the street judy and louise were headed his way they had kind of sort of been his best friends they had partied until dawn long nights ago it was always midnight when they got together now as they approached on winged feet he felt was it was like to be on the outside paris and london and rome were far away and his tears flowed like quicksand in st louis