Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for February 07, 2006
Transcript:
Lucy: Wasn't there something in the news recently about a scandal involving making stuff up in a memoir? Danae: Yeah...that's why I don't write scenes with any witnesses There we were, abandoned in the wilderness of Maine, a hundred miles from any civilization, left with nothing but our wits for survival. My horse was soon spent, so in my usual selfless, angelic manner, I carried her lazy butt until I found a cave for shelter. No one knew where we were. We were completely and utterly on our own. Alone. Really, really, really alone...