My Cardboard Balcony

by Belinda Roddie "Every day should be cheesecake day." " Good God..." " Every day, man. For real." "Did cheesecake really have to be your go-to for when you've had half a bottle of Jameson?" "Dude, it's Turtle Cheesecake, too! Like, legitimate. You want a slice?" "No, John. I don't." "Missing out." "You know, most people are cheaper when it comes to alcohol-induced hunger. They go for potato chips, pizza..." "Nah, man, I'm tired of pizza." "Even a cold leg of chicken if there are leftovers in the fridge. But cheesecake? Really?" "You know they have this, like...this, like...variant of cheesecake in St. Louis called gooey butter cake?" "Now what might that be, John?" "It's like...regular cake...but with a cheesecake top. It's like...double cake." "Not really." "Super cake!" "So

"Is it really that big of a necessity to make this rocket fly?" "Yes." "To Jupiter?" "Yes." "Where there is absolutely no landing dock?" "Yes." "And no way to travel on foot, because it's a freaking gas giant?" "Yes." The physicist calmly eyed the gleeful newcomer. "And yet you still want to be the first man to walk on Jupiter?" "Yes, sir," said the newcomer. "I defy physics!"