Sunday, January 15, 2006



I can name a man's poison at fifty paces. I take
one look at this guy as he walks in and say to
myself, "Butter."

He steps carefully, like there's something
sticky on the soles of his shoes. Maybe there is,
but I figure he moves like that because he's on
unfamiliar ground. Never seen his face before and
I know just about everybody around.


So far.

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Via Sunnimaravillosa