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Nope. They just accumulate. 'Round here, everyone gives away ball caps.

All the crackers wear them. I kind of stand out.

I'm outstanding.


~rimshot~
 
I am the special 4X4 Short-block Hemi Yellow school bus...


... with the black racing stripe down the side.


Dualies, Christian bale spike



LEDs
 
It's too noisy for Yours Truly, but I get the sentiment. I had a place I hung out for years. Did write a bit there. Drank pitchers of water, pots of coffee, smoked cartons of Camels . . . .


Tipped the help. Always tipped the help.


Always generously.


Coffee House Poets​

By: Albert Huffstickler​




They like to write
where people are.
They like a little noise
with their silence.
They want to look up
and see something.
They want to be surprised.
They like the flow
of bodies around them.
Or perhaps it's just loneliness--
yes, that too.
But more than that:
they like the atmosphere
a little smoke laden.
They like aromas--
coffee, tobacco, meat frying.
They like the sudden revelation
as eyes look off
or blur with tears
looking across a table.
Where others court eternity,
they're in love with the moment
in all its tawdriness and glory,
that instant when truth appears
out of nowhere--a truth
as simple and as natural
as people sitting together
in a room over coffee
in all their vulnerability
and their humanness.
 
I hadn't had the Back East city place for long and I remember discovering that we had raccoons. It has snowed. I went out to toss some trash into the yard-and-a-half bin and saw little looked-like-handprints in the snow around the bin, so I reckon they tried to get in, or at least thought about it. Little grabby hands and little bandit faces. Got possums, too, and bunnies, and I've even seen a few deer. They come to town along the river bottom and then follow the creek beds to the house areas. Tree rats are everywhere - not many predators.


Twarn't killt during the night. Damn defective firearms.
 
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