Why? Because punk rock, that’s why! Even the washed-out fifties rug bass strap only added injury to this blatant insult to the eyes and yet he pulle... the stunt with his trademark knowing grin.He crouched to grab his PET water bottle he had re-filled with can-beer. “Only water bottles allowed on stage,” the club manager had said. Needless to mention, this had not prevented Ed to get his habitual piss-warm stage beer. No good punk shows were ever played sober.As he toasted to the audience, one. ”“Huh,” he said after wiping his slightly wet fingers in his pants. “Anyway, so?”I reached for the beer on his thighs. He let go of his grip as soon as I touched the can, making it fall between his legs and forcing me to dig my hand to grab it. “So what?”“The movie, asshole. How about we watch it together?”Sigh. “I don’t know, man. Ann’s going to come home later tonight.”“So what? We just watch the clock. It’s not like we never done it before, and Annemarie probably knows it already. It’s fine,. He had almost reached pre-cognitive sexual awareness from the new stimulant. His research into the precise stimulant needed to create sexual cognizance in higher life-forms remained just beyond his grasp. None of the other stimulants had ever affected his olfactory, tactile, and cerebral senses to the degree of the last sample. He was certain that he was close to finding the catalyst that had stimulated their primitive ancestors to sexual union. Finding that catalyst would allow him to kneel. She poached the eggs sprinkling some shredded cheese on top and cooked up some bacon just like he liked it. She made some toast and poured a couple of glasses of orange juice. A good breakfast, if she thought so herself.She set the breakfast down in front of her Master and then at her place. She stood at the table waiting for him to seat her for a few minutes but he didn't move. So she sat down puzzled at his odd behavior this morning. She ate her breakfast in silence not knowing what to.