PieYou fiddle with your banjo while the rat friends stare off into the distance. There are fish flying from the walls but I’m the only one that would notice this because I’m special, and you’re special, and you see the fish flying but you have to focus on your banjo. I start playin my banjo too, and we are suddenly the only noise in this moldy stuffy basement bar, a place your rich, fishless, peanut allergy and fish avoidant friends would explode in if they ever entered. I let the fish wander into my banjo, curious about the sound, and they start to make home in your banjo too. It’s like we’re married. Tonight’s the night we’re gonna do it. Peach isn’t in the way, peach and her fishless lifestyle that would make a seagull cry a new sea, we’re gonna do it right in this basement after we shred these solos, after the fish fry in the banjos, tonight we’re going to carjack everyone we know. <a href="https://pixelfed.social/discover/tags/writer?src=hash" class="u-url hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writer</a> <a href="https://pixelfed.social/discover/tags/professional?src=hash" class="u-url hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#professional</a> <a href="https://pixelfed.social/discover/tags/really?src=hash" class="u-url hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#really</a> good