Harry: I can't believe we drove around all day, and there's not a single job in this town. There is nothing, nada, zip! Lloyd: Yeah! Unless you wanna work forty hours a week. Harry: Maybe we should just check out Matt's YouTubes
Monday, November 23, 2009
Pusher Man
Marty seemed not to recognize me as I walked back from checking the surf this morning. It was the dark shades and black beanie no doubt.
“I thought you wanted to sell me some drugs,” he remarked. (Did I really look so sinister?)
“Sure, man…I got ya covered….I got Advil, Tylenol, Alleve….maybe ya just wanna chill with some ice packs.” These after all, are the drugs of choice nowadays for this middle aged, wannabe athlete!
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