As Jimmy and I sat in the cool grass, we talked and talked for hours on end. But eventually, we ran out of discussion. We scraped our minds for subjects, but to no avail.

"Have you ever heard silence?" said I.

"Of course."

"Silly, silence is the absence of sound. You can't hear silence." I stated triumphantly.

"Then why would you ask?"

"Kitchen Tables."

"What about them?" Jimmy asked.

"They don't exist."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah really." They said defensively.

"I guess you're right."

"GRILLED CHEESE FISH EGGS."

"No."