On the diner’s napkin, he’d written: “The world doesn’t need more sense. It needs more curious noise. Keep humming.” And under that, his name again, just because it felt good to say out loud.
She blinked. “Your parents do that to you?” mcpelandio
The Ballad of mcpelandio
mcpelandio.
“What’s your name?” asked the girl behind the diner counter. On the diner’s napkin, he’d written: “The world