last night we drove to mister monkey's mom's house for a late night cabbage roll extravaganza. we drove, as usual, through an abominably hideous late 90's lower-end suburban subdivision (all front garages and beige siding and cul-de-sacs). it was, to my mind, a closed system with only 2 ways in and out. little did i know...
mr. monkey: if you ever need to get out of here, you can turn right here at 130 st. it goes straight through.
moi: is this recent?
mr. monkey: no. it's always been there.
moi: and you never told me this? not these 13 years?!
mr. monkey: ...
moi: what else have you been hiding from me?!?!?