Returning home

Where was my hat? I retraced my steps and there it was, on the bench in the bus shelter. Well, OK. I unrolled my sleeping bag.

It just says

-Come up on stage to read the next line in our crime and thriller show!
-But it just says ‘BANG!’ It just says-
-Yes, yes, it does.

-So why did you do it?
-Not why, how.
-We know how.
-No, if you’re asking why, you don’t know how. Look at them and you’ll see.
-Them?

The fame, the glory, a moment in the sun. That’s why I’m doing this. I may be tomorrow’s chip paper but your blood’s my salt and sauce.