Zip Ties

I hold stones in my hands and lucidly wonder where to cast them.

Oh, there he is.

Crack.

Crack. Crack.

I hold no stones in my hands because I lucidly cast them.

Damn, that felt good.

Haha. Look how mad he is.

Oh, wait.

Slow down.

Man those lights are bright.

Umm, no officer. I don't know.

Impulse control, right. I know. I know.

Wow, he's strong.

Hmm.

I want those stones back.

I held them in my hands. They were right here.

Yes. Right to remain...

Yes. Cannot afford...

Yes.

Zip ties hold my hands and I lucidly wait for my phone call.