28 March 2006

It's a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

And I mean 'hood.
I just got back from Peru. I don't have any money. You can take all my groceries though." The guy looked at me like I was speaking Quechua. The other guy still had his hands on my shoulders. The guy in front of me took my ATM card out of the wallet. "What's the number for this?" I blew air through my lips. The guy put both hands in his pockets. "Do you think I'm playing?" "No, I'm sure you're not," I told him.
Everyone sing like Fred:

I was travelling but now I'm home again,
I'm having a sandwich on Hennipen,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won't you be my mugger?

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