But sheep aren't my scene. And even Bill, who's tried everything, now, I think, would draw the line at sheep. Anyway he'll be back tomorrow.I tried wr...ting a bit of poetry. Of course, I'm not a proper poet like Bill or Sam. They're going to be fucking famous when they're discovered.Anyway, here it is:'Twas on a groovy vase's side, Where psychedelic art had dyedThe fucking flowers that blow;Demurest of the tabby kind, The huffish Dylan reclined, Gazed on the lake below.Of course, it's not. "Robin and I gasped as Amber descended to the bottom bunk. "Hey, Rob, it's Am," she said as she tried to pull the covers from over us, but we held it tightly."What the hell?" Amber questioned. "Robin?" Amber fell on top of us in the battle to remove the cover. "It's two people in this bunk," Amber realized. With her curiosity getting the best of her, Amber had more strength than us to rip the cover off of us and revealed our dirty little secret.She stumbled backwards in astonishment. "Oh my. While other kids arrived at the prom in chauffeur driven limousines, they arrived in the 1935 Chevy Standard Phaeton, which had just been returned from California where its interior and convertible cloth top had been restored to its original condition. Everyone noticed its arrival. Even the chauffeurs got out of their cars to admire the antique which pulled up to the curb. Benny let Cathy, Tim, and Sandra out of the car. They went inside to wait for him while he parked it.Benny parked in the. The first one I saw hadyou in it." Oh weird. I'd dreamed I caught the bus at the stop across from my newhouse. I was feeling lonely riding with a bunch of kids I didn't knowand wondering if you'd gotten to school yet when we pulled into theparking lot." Then you looked at me." And you looked at me."I pulled the covers up to my chin as I thought about what happened next.One moment I was hunched up on cold, concrete steps, the next moment Iwas sitting on something softer, wondering why there was.