My Imaginary Friend and Zinger.

And yet another chapter this: in Characters I have known in the Florida Keys:

My imaginary Friend.... shall we call him Derek?

Well one evening.. he commenced towards the Tiki Bar on Rim Rod Key  from Big Pine...  I am sure he must of had one or two sails already up in the breeze in his dog shit brown Station Wagon...  he was attempting to make a simple turn across U.S. one.. when some dizzy broad was pulling out of the Palm Thatched establishment with a pool and clipped him.. inflicting minor damage.. he like a good insured citizen stopped and was ready to exchange information... it was not his fault after all........

When the assumed to be  menstruating woman started her theatrical antics  and in a loud grating voice announces to the new world  "YOU HAVE BEEN DRINKING HAVEN'T YOU?"   In front of the gathering crowd.

Well... can't say as I blame him.... my imaginary friend Derek that is ....  for avoiding the fame of the spotlights when he  ran like a startled pure bred race horse in a frightful state
towards the open water at a fast gallop.....

There used to be an unfinished house right on the East shore of Rim job Key.. that was abandoned before it was ever finished.. and  the powers that be finally torn down , a waste , it was called the ' Stairway to Heaven'  nice place to sip a brew...... anyway.. he took the imaginary plunge near there.... leaving his car and prized little outboard motor  laying in the back of the station wagon along with the hysterical woman.. behind him... trading it all in for an overnight watery escape.

I am not sure exactly of his course... maybe you can figure it out.... it was after dark....  he surely must be a strong swimmer... he swam with the tide towards the back country... headed  towards the north.. from Whim Swim  Rod... and winds up on the North end of Big Pine... or Big Penis Island...  the police patrol boats all missed him.. as well as the Helicopter..... Terribly sad I am sure.

Crafty fellow.  That is one long swim..... he climbed up on shore slid on his belly  into some body's yard not around and just laid under the running spigot of fresh water... exhausted and very thirsty.... it was dawn now.... all  through the previous night he made good the premiere  of his escape...              ... Later that day...

Mr. Who? comes knocking at A door... do you suppose.... want to take a guess?

Begging can  you please take me  and  KITTY  Zinger in a carry cage to the Airport....?

But of course....What are friends for?  and  Poor  Dear Zinger... after  all.

So off  they  went ........ Derek my imaginary friend and his cat Zinger... made good their final  leg of escape... To the Way up North and beyond  gone somewhere.

His car went to the junkyard where it probably belonged and no charges were ever filed and that was that..

Chalked up to Hysteria Thank you Ma'am  and do have pleasant day, and a tip of the hat.

My Imaginary Friend and Zinger.