How Green Becomes Wood

"I guess I'd be agnostic. I ain't really all that bothered 'bout the whole thing. Figure I ain't done anything to send me to hell for and I can't be bothered to wake up at 8am on a Sunday. It's meant to be a day of rest and I'm not allowed to get some sleep?" He whistled lowly, "Dark is a staunch, bleak, nihilistic atheist. But he still helps Tarot with her rituals 'cause they matter to her and sometimes they can be fun for him, judging from what I've had the displeasure of overhearing. He's told me before the witchcraft, if you think about it as a form of meditation, is sorta helpful, but the whole evocation, invocation, veil s*** he doesn't believe in. But the man also doesn't believe in a lot I think he should open his mind to, even after we've done psychedelics."
 
"I forget how, but somehow we learned psychedelics could help for some of his mental stuff. Obviously back then we couldn't get a prescription, but we knew a guy. I don't have those conditions but..." He chuckled, "That's why we tried MDMA too. It was something else we learned might help him. And I'd ask you if you could imagine what a guy like that is like on Ecstasy, but I'm pretty sure whatever his therapist gave him last year wasn't too far off."
 
"Honestly I wish I could say he was scared to do it alone and I was his noble friend putting myself at risk to support him, but I just thought it sounded like fun," Cooger admitted a bit bashfully, "Not something I'm interested in repeating at this stage in my life, I'll tell you, but in my twenties? Trying out certain things with a witch and a guy who talks like Dark does? Seemed like a good time."
 
"A lot of things seem like a good idea at the time when you are young and dumb," Lex chuckled. "It is a miracle that anyone makes it to thirty, I think sometimes. It's only because we're young we make it out, and only because we're dumb we were there in the first place. I'm glad to know you've outgrown your reckless phase... In that specific area." She winked at him.
 
"I never had a Tamogatchi. Never got the point," Lex admitted. "Why do the years scare you? You've got a ton of cats. Cats can live even longer, and if the goat really ain't happy, you've got connections to find it a home he - or she - would be happy in."
 
"I dunno." Cooger shrugged, "I guess I know that I like cats already. Dunno if I'll like goats the same. And sure, I can probably find a different home for 'em, but then I'd have this whole structure built and have to take it back down."
 
"Guess not," Cooger shrugged, "I like the idea of having them, you know? Do some of the yardwork. They don't gotta be real profitable to the homestead, just might be nice to have. Maybe get the right breed so I can shear 'em."
 
"You can sheer goats? Huh. Well, in that case, get one," Lex told him. "You want one. You've done research. You've got an idea of what it'll need. If it doesn't work out, oh well. You'll know to give the beasty a better home."
 
"Cashmere comes from goats," Cooger replied, "Few other goats, too need to be shorn. Anyway, it's a bit late in the year for husbandry, I'd probably need to wait until spring. I still got time to decide."
 
"Huh. Learn somethin' new," Lex mused. "Hey, when you build your goat shed, if you decide not to keep the goat, you could give it to the chickens. Or make it an outdoor cat thing."
 
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