what a trip to new york. holy fuck, what a trip. breezola breezed right into jfk, with a dime-sized towel, and a peanut for a pillow. he brought one sock to wear and one to consider as a sleeping bag. he walked to my house from the airport (truth), he fixed my sink, i ate his bagels, he walked 9-12 miles per day while i sat on my behind and wished i was walking, too. he discovered that he has an achilles heel, and that the color of his hair matches the tips of his eyebrows; eyebrows that will be about 2 feet long if he lets himself walk to 90...he found he actually does play well with others, and that he does, in fact, have options. the range of those options falls between honey brown and motherland black. should the door slam herself in his face, he is well equipped with a bulletproof chest, an ornery raincloud, and an army of tigers...tigers (ya tu saaaabe) that i can employ about as well as i can employ lightening bolts to shoot out from my fingertips...make-believe is a bitch, so let's keep it casual.godspeed buddy. bring me the swan.
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