This is John Bernardy. Or a cartoon rendering of him anyway. I'd show you a picture, but John has now been MIA for about 3 1/2 years, and I've pretty much given up on him. See, John used to be one of my inner circle, and my roomie, but I moved, and he got weird, and that's pretty much the end. But not to my subconscious! Oh no, with me in Carbondale, a mere 2 hours away from our old place, my subconscious has been full of "Hey, we should hang out with that furrball you used to live with!" Since I've been ignoring it, being slightly miffed at John not keeping in touch (okay, majorly miffed, I'd like to kick him in his bad knees), my subconscious has set to reminding me what it is all about.
And it is all about silliness.
So, the other night I had a dream about Mr. Bernardy. He was reading poetry to the Madagascar lemurs, and it seems he was king of the lemurs (no idea what happened to Louie, but he was not king and his fruit basket crown had been retired). Not that I was entirely surprised by either. He liked fuzzy things, is a furrball himself, and a poet don'tcha know it.
Anyway, wherever you are Bernardy, I hope things are going as well for you as they are for me, and I guess I miss your face, although not your hair in the drain.
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