I got inside my Night Ride mini-van tonight and the heat was blasting and it smelled like McDonalds french fry grease and Lupe Fiasco was rapping about misfits and outcasts who listen to the Misfits and Outkast and I felt the kind of stomach pounding homesickness that only hits hard in waves. Then I got out of the car at 19th and Cascade and smoked a cigarette and it went away.
Try spitting at the computer screen. Your spit will glow rainbow!
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
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