OK people
Tonight we're going to skip all the affectations
You know the ones I mean
The little things that define our self appointed roles in this little melodrama we call life.
The crawling hand, the pipe, the ascot, the smoking snake, the Plaid revolver, the silver bullets, and of course the labrador retriever, complete with your newspaper and slippers. What if we just drop all these little self indulgences for a moment and become children, looking at things through young eyes. Making new friends with runaway pet rocks that have been mistreated by their owners.

Eating someone else's oatmeal
Sleeping in someone else's bed
Smoking someone else's marijuana