Its 4:30 am.
The dog next door barked a few times so I went out to sit on the porch, smoke a cigarette and observe.
Thought I heard tires on gravel, like a car being pushed along the road, but when I walked out into the yard, nothing.
I did see a pregnant woman walking, two blocks down. That and some slow moving scallop-shaped clouds backlit by the moon.
Now I'm sitting here staring at the computer.
I could go on, but why?
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Had you gone on, mightn't you have entertained the thought that the dog barks had only semi-awakened you from a dream inwhich your former truck was telling you in gravelly tones that the pregnant woman was really Bobby Bly; and that he, having grown weary of toting the watermelon beneath his black coat, was stealing your purple pickup puck!
ReplyDeleteP.S. Bummer dude