I unfold a map that is covered in blue blotches. Name the county the man screams! How the hell should I know? There are no words on the map. The man changes appearance he crawls out from under a hot dog cart and carves a number four into my back with an exacto knife.
She tells the director: I am very sure that the squeak has to stay in. I mean, it’s my character. This is before the plastic surgery.
There is a man there who just says his name. hi john, I say. Welcome, says someone else. He walked away down the sidewalk in a plaid jacket over a gray hoodie, looking straight ahead.
The place is closed! Screams the guy. I’m starving, he screams. So help me, I’m gonna get arrested so I can get something to eat!
Wanna granola bar?
What?
A granola bar. The snow whips past us.
I got no teeth. Thanks for fuckin nothing.
Time to get snow tires. Time to put on my big girl pants.
mkrashes 