where i went home for the holidays and didnt have a spectacular gift for my brother so I found an old type writer (you know...) and it was full of rocks and i shook it really hard to get all the rocks out and then opened it and found these amazing glass pieces that just joined together in manners that defied atmospheric based logic in the strangest arcs and formations whereupon i said "what is it?" and zach appeared and proclaimed, "its architecture" and then i proclaimed, "architechure is amazing!" and then i decided that i should give them to my brother and thus proceeded to fill the type writer back up with jelly beans.
Zachary is able to participate in ferocious ping pong matches (of others) while sitting on a bench and/or waiting patiently in a corner. He also runs quite well in the snow. I recommend him highly.
I had a terrible experience, but Zach showed up, he saved me, it turns out there was a basketball team in the projects but when the Red Hook team lost its point-guard shot & killed a forward from Wyckoff; well needless to say I was eager to help out but the funeral was happening tomorrow at 11 AM and the canvasser was still $40 short! All I had was hundreds! Do you understand? THE MORTUARY WOULD NOT PROVIDE A DISCOUNT!
Luckily, Zach, like an apparition, appeared, trotting up the avenue, lump of coal in one hand, penny-purse in the other. "Zach!" I shouted. "People need money for serious things they will do! Please pay everyone for the things!"
Unfortunately it was football season, so the story never made it to the papers. I have, consequently, no idea what happened next.
I wonder what Zachary is like when he's angry? I can't even picture it. I really can't. He is calm, receptive and accomodating even when you drunk dial him (totally Emy's idea).
where i went home for the holidays and didnt have a spectacular gift for my brother so I found an old type writer (you know...) and it was full of rocks and i shook it really hard to get all the rocks out and then opened it and found these amazing glass pieces that just joined together in manners that defied atmospheric based logic in the strangest arcs and formations whereupon i said "what is it?" and zach appeared and proclaimed, "its architecture" and then i proclaimed, "architechure is amazing!" and then i decided that i should give them to my brother and thus proceeded to fill the type writer back up with jelly beans.
Luckily, Zach, like an apparition, appeared, trotting up the avenue, lump of coal in one hand, penny-purse in the other. "Zach!" I shouted. "People need money for serious things they will do! Please pay everyone for the things!"
Unfortunately it was football season, so the story never made it to the papers. I have, consequently, no idea what happened next.