Well, inside the most politically fucked and delicious establishment "Philz Coffee" I took pen to ripped out sheets of notebook paper with Madeline at a table in the back of the place. We then proceeded to play a quick game of chess, permeated with bad sex jokes and a comment about if Madeline had two kings, they would both be queens, and hence she would get two queens...
However, two small girls appeared interested in our match, and eyed both the pieces and the vast collection of corpses around us. They refrained from speech but their faces conveyed most confused sentiments. A game? Multipart drawings? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? This sentiment of confusion at the chaos on the board and on the paper perplexed them and permitted us snickering.
A good Sunday.