Tuesday, October 24, 2006

he's gotta pay higher insurance premiums for that

riding across the stone arch bridge this morning--downtown buildings are pink with the rising sun, which is exploding across the sky over my left shoulder. I'm warmed up, feeling good, there's only one or two other people in sight, even though in two minutes I'll be in the middle of downtown rush hour traffic. Life is alright. I take a big, deep breath of the clean, fresh air, and...

hey...

...that's not fresh air...

is that...?

...cigar smoke?

You're kidding me, right?

Nope.

1 Comments:

At 2:35 PM, Blogger Lej said...

Sal, you make me feel like Dean Moriarty.

Ya dig.

 

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