Diary of Reggie, Alligator at Large, Entry #3
It’s a bummer that they caught me, but at least it’s been super hot. Alligator weather.
Like 25 people died here in LA, but at least they can’t blame it on me—I’m penned up in here with these uncool LA alligators.
I mean, like, they tell you they’ll be your best friend and then they leave you lying there like a log, all by yourself.
“You’re over, Reggie,” one of them even tried to tell me. I thought of giving him a tail swipe, but I just walked away.
At least I got the kid audience. Like Eddie Murphy.
