Thursday, August 2, 2012

hardwood to concrete, concrete to sand

 

hurry up and go


traffic on the way to the beach
& that's the way it always goes.

I just want to get to the fruit market.

I've counted him say "fuckin'" for the past 17 minutes. He got a whopping 4 times in one sentence. Color me unimpressed with his vocabulary.

I always like the way I look in side view mirrors. Probably because I can't see that much. Skewed visions.

Traffic picks up.

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