A lady with blue tones to her skin sits perched, cigarette in one hand and glass of wine in another - She seems to be recounting a tale of grate endevour, do you listen?
“And I missed. So I fired again. And I missed. And then I missed again. And I fired again, and then I missed.” she sighs “And then I fired, then I fired again, I missed both times. And then I fired and I missed. This went on for several hours.” it gets better “And then I fired, and then I missed. And then I was out of bullets, and then I got sad. I had a popsicle, and then I passed out in the snow.” you’re still here? “And then I woke up, and then I reloaded and I fired, and then I missed. I missed again, then I fired and I hit something, but it wasn’t what I was going for, so I guess I missed. I passed out again. Had another popsicle. I had a dream that I was firing at something. I missed. I threw up a snowball at them, and I missed.“ a puff of smoke escapes her lips as she continues “I packed another snowball into my gun, that’s my secret weapon. I missed. Yeah, she’s really somethin’, I threw a snowball at her, I missed. I passed out. I woke up with a popsicle stick in my mouth.” a glare follows “Don’t give me sass woman, I’ll take a swing at you, I’ll miss though, I guarantee you. I’ll take another swing, and I’ll miss. Then I’ll have myself a popsicle. Would you care for a popsicle? Just don’t drop it. “Yeah. I reached into the fridge for another popsicle, I missed. I got the package, I put it back, but I missed. I dropped it on the floor.“
“Long story short? Missed.”









