This was the kind of day where we gave people handfuls of money and came home with less than when we left. We ate a breakfast of minis and was bullied by redneck cat breeders. We calculated our future in wood, stone and lawnchair. Laura made an enemy at the post office while I made nice with a man searching garbage cans for computer parts and dignity. We let a stranger photograph Yuula lying on the floor of a pharmacy. We confused genders. We serenaded downtown sidewalk patrons with the musical stylings of Rob Base & DJ E-Z Rock. Right around stop number eight I felt the energy rip from my body like a boned fish. It hurt. When we got home a man sold us chicken in our driveway. It was only 2pm. We should've just gone to bed then. We'll try again tomorrow.
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2 comments:
Whos the stranger over my grandaughter, and did Yuula recognize him?
dad was thinking this was you...minus alot of hair...but after me reading and realizing it is really a stranger...and that you are taking the pic of all...guess dad was not really awake yet when he saw this...lol
but WHY did this guyu want a pic of our little girl...weird...
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