Thursday, March 11, 2010

Day Forty


The words are coming slow today. Meetings and hair-cuts have taken the place of a blistered finger.
"What do you do for work son?"
"I avoid it at all costs."
"Are you being smart with me?"
"No sir, I don't think anyone could be smart with you, they'd probably have to drop you off first, and then do it."

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