"Mostaya big ticky item you buy these day they thow in a lectic toofbush."
I can't tell if he's knows I'm stoned and is messing with my head or if he really talks baby talk all the time. Ever since Watergate you don't know who to trust. I play it safe.
"Sure, man, we'll throw in a 'lectric toothbrush," I say.
Then he goes out to the kitchen and stays there a long time, rattling pots and pans. He comes back in carrying a big plate of Salisbury steak, mashed potatoes, and macaroni 'n' cheese.
