While sitting at my favorite taqueria, enjoying my Tacos Dorados and reading the ruminations of Billy Collins on the death of the masculine hat, I overheard this dadaist conversation:
“Have you ever had a really excellent squid steak?”
“Negative, ghost runner.”
Either the conversationalists in question were spies and were sizing each other up before getting down to nefarious business, or they were really, really high.
I’m guessing the latter.