Later in the Evening
We're coming into the home stretch, I'm done with my scenes; we're blessed with crisp air, our words fly out. A good show.
And I'm strangely sad.
And I'm strangely sad.
posted by James Carpenter | 10:32 PM
1 Comments:
Dear Rodrigo.........
I think this is hysterical. Where are you from, son? HAH! Life has a way of slapping you in the face with the ridiculous--I'm not sad anymore-- thanks! But no more T-shirt ads, OK? Otherwise I'm gonna start writing you in gibberish.
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