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TWO CONVERSATIONS One real, the other imagined. Two days before Thanksgiving: He (leaning out the passenger seat of a white van): "You're bumper's pretty dinged up. That's my job. I fix up bumpers. Do you want me to fix up your car?" Me: (locking driver's side door): "No thank you, I'm fine." He: "Well, it doesn't look fine!" Last night's dream, from which I awoke laughing: Me (sitting in the back seat of a town car): "We're going to Mir de pas" She (unknown companion): "Mir de pASS?" Me: "No, Mir de pAH. It does not rhyme with ass!" 11/25/2007
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