Drabble by Kevin Fagan for April 24, 2024

there’s something about C.J. that’s bothering me, but i’m not sure what.

“The desert.”

Is he that cactus guy who faced Ralph in the wrestling ring?

It’s Cactus Jack….RUN..

Oh, I thought he was TELLIN" him to throw up. As in, "you’ve never seen me before in your life. Throw up.

The games afoot Watson.

I think he’s a plant. Probably cause a leak.

Well, he’s telling the truth if he’s CJ…Ralph never has seen him in his life…

cue the dark ambient music with discordant overtones which, although broadly tonal, is inflected with chromatic and polytonal passages representing the archetypal example of a florid, melodramatic style without being interpreted as an overly heavy-handed metaphor within the context of the thematic material a bit on the frenetic and frantic side with interesting rhythmic devices which seem to counterpoint the surrealism of the underlying metaphor utilizing a novel imaging technique known as positron emission tomography and the spontaneous nondenominational conceptions by expansively recontextualizing liminal narratives

We had to see Cactus Jack outta his costume at some point. Poor Ralph….he just can’t get a break.

On the Delta Queen when my late husband was the banjo player & entertainer, there was a keyboard player whose last name was Leake. Bud would announce that everyone should go up to see (i think his first name was) Ray Leake on the calliope. Ray was not necessarily amused although everyone else laughed.

This does not bode well.

Cactus Jack — Mick Foley?!

Looks like Hitler to me!