sometimes the tired brings out there weirdest combination of words.
"i knew i came over her for something", as the bastard reaches past the freelancer for a box of paperclips
"ahh, stealing office supplies again?" quips freelancer.
"umm, yeah. actually, these are like currency in the prison yard"
"yeah, i taking this box over to sweet lou. i need someone shanked in the yard later today"
"he takes paperclips from you?", asks left hand rob. "lou only takes post its from me"
i think i'm due for a nap right about now. or due to write a novel.