Wednesday, August 13, 2014


I like to share my wry view of the world with unsuspecting strangers. Usually my skewed take on something apparently obvious falls totally flat. I shrug and move on. Sometimes though my low key performance art hits a bull's eye. This guy was loading large roadside trash into his hauler.

Me: Hey dude! You know...this isn't Miami Beach?
Trash Hauler: (Looking startled) What?
Me: No! This isn't Miami Beach. You're in the wrong place!
Him: Really? That GPS...
Me: Never trust technology.
Lots of trash though, everywhere. I love the way Cheyenne treats it as a treasure trove. Other peoples' cast offs.

The epitome of longing. A pig in a fur coat.