Gumshoe Cyber Search

[A F Waddell]

The search could be a long one. The cyber streets and alleyways could be mean and ugly, reducing one to dark exchanges of information. I'd signed on to the www. looking for a simple thing, but the gist leaked through my brain-sieve. Hyper emoticons stalked me; badly dressed avatars tried to dance with me. Time occasionally slowed down and froze, signaled by a giant perpetual hourglass. There were mazes of rooms with strange labels. I found my way back to Main Street and had a drink. 'Use specific search terms' I wrote in my notebook. 'Don't chat with strangers'.

[Newt Love]

Whoah, dude! What did you roll this time? Can I have a toke? Just a little one; I can't take it as strong as you can!
Whhhhhf! whff! ahhf!
. . . . Pah!
Damn! and fast too!
Spit! Now I have to go write down what just flashed in my head!

[A F Waddell]

Newt,

Ha HA! Thanks for your energetic response. Caffeine and tryptophan are about MY speed! K then, go write something . . .

Best,
A