02-02-02 - 7:49 a.m.
topics of conversation yesterday, in no particular order, in a parked car, over rootbeer floats:
why would someone play frisbee alone?
i'd like a black and white photograph of your profile, taken when you're concentrating on blue prints.
dobermans are more playful without cropped ears.
should i offer this uneaten subway sandwich to the guy in the cable truck whose only hope for lunch is a flat, unappetizing pb&j?
remember the night i left footprints on the inside windshield of this car?
remember how i didn't notice your footprints until my wife was in the car?
if god were going to give the earth an enema, gallup new mexico is the ass.
bruce says, i took a piss on fortune's sweet kiss, it's like eating caviar and dirt.
that's deep, but why did bruce take a piss on fourteenth street?