In search of wisdom

I was so lost. I didn’t really have a clue where to start looking for Conor, plus I spent all my gas money on Columbian hookers. I needed the consolation, and at least they taught me to type.

I needed help, a dose of wisdom from someone with life experiences greater and more varied than my own. I racked my brain on where to find such a guru, when suddenly, it hit me: Old people! They have tons of wisdom and life experience. That’s what makes them grey and wrinkly. So, I headed on down to the world capital of old people, Market Mall.

There I met up with Ethel and Gladys, who were at first hesitant to reveal their ancient wisdom. A cup of coffee and some sweet talking soon loosened their lips, and the secrets of the past soon came surging to my ears like the crowds of overzealous fans at a Spice Girls concert. Uh, or so I’ve heard. I’ve never been to a Spice Girls show. I don’t even like them. Ask Ben Ross. Anyway, Ethel and Gladys suggested I look for Conor at some of the places he frequented. I knew flirting with old ladies would be worthwhile. Ethel even gave her phone number, in case I needed “more advice.”

Ethel’s and Gladys’ advice made a lot of sense to me. I was so distraught about Conor leaving that it totally slipped my mind that a new school year was beginning. So, next I’ll check some of the places Conor frequented last year. I’ve got hope—I’ll let you know how it goes!

In hope,
Grunt