Sunday, September 8, 2013

Vacation Day 3

The guy on the left was walking down Eaton Street shouting. He sounded drunk and lost in the real world where I live. He turned south on Bahama Street and started ambling companionably alongside the man pushing his bicycle. Had the cyclist wanted to get away from the drunk he'd have mounted up and pedaled off. Instead they walked off toward Faustos together. I know nothing else, for we went to the movie.


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