-It can't rain on every House of Usher-


Conversation with the cheery, bodiced, caped, dewy, goth girl only lasted the few minutes before the bus came. All because of a simple inquiry about fishnet stockings that everyone else at the bus stop most likely found very forward. But she was a happy goth, and like me, possesses the gift of gab. We hit it off immediately. I deeply regret that I didn't use my verbal haymaker before the bus came.

The Set Up: "I'd love to get a man to wear this boddice. [giggle]."
The Haymaker: "As long as you slip under his cape, every night'd be like solstice."

Is that too bawdy for 6 A.M.?