saw em down at the tilt-a-world.
why is it that the heavier gals have a way
of always hanging round the rail skinny fellers;
wife-beater hanging like a corpse
and that generic cigarette dangling like a frayed rope.
truenorthavenue: "In the midst of this chopping sea of civilized life, such are the clouds and storms and quicksands and thousand-and-one items to be allowed for, that a man has to live, if he would not founder and go to the bottom and not make his port at all, by dead reckoning, and he must be a great calculator indeed who succeeds. Simplify, Simplify." h.d. Thoreau