The Prodigal Moleskine


"It was lost, and now is found. My moleskine, that is, not the big old house on the corner of Raleigh and Stockley Garden. I suppose I should spank the fatted calf (I’m not using the k-word on the off chance that my little friend Andy, who works for PETA, is reading this. Andy wears chaps, but that’s another story.) Maybe I’ll just crack a can of California Black Olives. Then my clipboard with the laser paper in it who has remained steadfast and never gotten lost won’t feel jealous that I’m making such a fuss over my little Italian friend, because he don’t eat no olives. Amazing how I remember all those stupid little Bible stories that I got drilled into my vulnerable little skull at such a tender age. Don’t know about you, but we received a little Bible comic book in every Sunday school with an uplifting little Bible story. Wasn’t that underhanded? But it didn’t fool any of us…"

Walt Taylor
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