Each conversation I have with Jill Y is a joy. When she mouths words, she builds stories of wonder and awe and I listen intently and learn. Listening to her is like hearing your favorite book read to you first the first time. If you were to ask Thirsty Dave what he thought of the Villagers concert at the Lowlands Festival in Holland last night, he would tell you his high points and his low points and you can bet the money that you don’t have, that the story would be fascinating. If you asked Jill Y the same question, her story would not even involve the band, brilliant as they were. Jill Y’s story would center on the audience of strangers who came together to watch and celebrate the art on stage. If I could record every word that comes from Jill Y’s mouth, you wouldn’t want to listen to anyone else because everything that anyone could ever want, can be heard in her words. If I happen to be dreaming, please don’t wake me for I want this to be real. This is not real:
I think it is real. And I bet it gives good stock tips.
I’m hungry.
This looks like my brain on drugs, or so I’ve been told on the TV!
Now I’ve watched TV before but never that particular show!
Now I know why I never eat fried eggs. They look back at you.
There’s nothing worse than food that looks back at you. Well actually there is a lot worse that that but I think you know what I mean!
It might be me, but those yellow beady eyes are disturbing. I am glad they are not real. If you had not told me that, I never would have guessed and by the way, I like how Jill Y thinks!
I’m so glad I told the good people that it wasn’t real. Can you imagine all the nightmares and sleepless nights I would have been responsible for? A close shave methinks!