each day I see this guy - on my way home from work. he's this odd young man, he wears a wife-beater, long shorts, bandana, but that's not the odd thing. . . . he dons a yellow snake with faint brownish spots around his neck. a fat snake, really long too. in his right hand, a leash, attached to a pit bull. they all seem to froth at the mouth. today he looked me right in the eye, even though I'm in my car making a right hand turn as speedy as possible.
and I what I want is to get rid of that image.
odd huh.
and I what I want is to get rid of that image.
odd huh.
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great line.
thanks for the great talking
and for the lonche italiano
with the frenchman who is
sleeping now and dreaming of
driving his car with the windows
open, a cigarette in his mouth,
and the radio playing very very
loudly