2005-12-23 - 10:09 a.m.
The night was different from so many others. The moon was full. The stars still blinked beside it but the luminescence of the full satellite was more light than the night ever deserved.
Luther stared at the full moon through his dark sunglasses. He drank Robitussin out of the large plastic bottle as if it were cherry soda. When the bottle was first opened and the first drink of it taken, Luther feared he would never be able to drink it all. Now that he was thoroughly swimming in the cloud of robo frying and the bottle was nearly empty, he wondered if another bottle was needed.
He also wondered if he had anymore in the house. He would only be able to answer such a monumental question by going inside of the house. He walked on rubbery legs from the bright night into the dark house.
He needed lights on so he started to turn on his numerous televisions.
