No, no one called me Meatball when I skittered across the street this morning, but somehow thats what my imagination came up with. Hey, you meatball! was what I heard from the passing driver of a scuffy black car, but honestly it was nowhere near me when I crossed my little street; the driver passed by a full minute after Id crossed; and his window was rolled up to boot! So why did i imagine that? I dunno. How could I play Choptop, Otis Driftwood & Luigi Largo with the same head? Guess thats easier to grok. Sometimes I just make the world a more hostile place. Im here alone; my familys all east coastin it; nothing but me and the company of cats (and a biting bird). So maybe Im coming unglued, getting a little bit unhinged, or maybe its just Wednesday. You ever do that?
Posted on: Thu, 03 Jul 2014 06:52:41 +0000
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