a goose egg


took my coworkers back to Gus’s spicy fried chicken. while we were there the fire alarm began to beep. the table of furries next to us started to cheer to the beat of the alarm. then the server behind the counter started dancing. so obviously I had to take my travel cajon out and get an actual beat going.

coworker: you always keep a drum in your backpack?

me: who doesn’t?