Hit And Run

About seven years ago, Betelgeuse Time, I had a mysterious encounter with a non-human female who'd popped into Think-A-Holic Lounge for a quick think fix. Her name was Made Of Stars and I'll never forget our otherworldly brief encounter. I almost gave up lounge lizardry after that experience but I didn't because I'm one of those sorry saps who still thinks he's going to meet Ms. Right on a barstool somewhere, hopefully at Think-A-Holic Lounge, and on some sunny Wednesday afternoon, no less. Hey, a guy can dream, can't he?

Anyway, I just read her obituary the other day in a local gossip rag and I didn't believe it at first. But Angus McCloud, our big-ass head bartender, said it may or may not be true, given the nature of gossip rags like the Saturn Tattler. Anyway, Made Of Stars had what they call in this part of the space-time continuum a "fatal collision". In her case, she was hit by a runaway Star Eater, the poor thing. Just looking at the newspaper photo of the Star Eater that hit her made me order a double shot of think-a-hol and toss it down right away. I'll always remember the way she glimmered just before she disappeared from the Lounge that day, seven years ago. Man, I wouldn't want to be a star or made of stars for all the solar sawbucks in the world. Here's looking at you, kid...