May 15, 2004

  • Yesterday, just 2 minutes before the cemetery closed, I warned two girls who were taking pictures of some of the sights in Dreamland that they were about to be locked in.  “They close the gates at 5:30 sharp,” I shouted from my vehicle, “And they will lock you in.”


    Well, those two girls were quite alarmed and scurried back to their car to get the monument out of there.  Since I’d be getting to the gate before them, I told them I alert the gatekeeper to their imminent arrival—which I did.  And which did, indeed, save them from getting nighted in the cemetery.


     


    But what if I had said nothing?And just managed to get myself locked in with them?


     


    No. Didn’t care to ponder that pleasant prison dream.


     


    Today, just two minutes before the cemetery closed, I saw a fox running around some tombstones.  A fox!


     


    But what does a wolf like me need of a fox, anyway?


     


    Just watched the Preakness while indulging on a Corona with lime at a tavern.  Damn, that horse Smarty Jones has a heart.  I wanna run like that.  Yeah, just like that.


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