Lou's juggling career was going down the tubes. His bookings had fallen off since the day he was juggling kittens at a kid's birthday party and somehow missed connections. The kitten eventually regained consciousness, but not before the kids were traumatized.
Now he sat in a coffee shop and stared at his egg in a mug. It hit him. He would juggle food. Not the usual apples and oranges, but dangerous food and plants. Cactus, artichokes, pineapples, food and plants that might leave him cut and bloodied.
He would wear a white suit that accentuated blood stains and perform in middle schools. Kids, food, blood. That's the answer. Lou bent and kissed his egg in a mug as his waitress passed. It's not what you think, he said. I thought that was sexy, she answered and smiled. Lou saw an opening and began juggling the salt and pepper shakers. The excitement in her eyes was proof. He would get lucky tonight.
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