She stoops to retrieve jaw from floor, then asks, “You think they were on their way to a quinceañero celebration or a prom — or to Lowe’s to pick up some Allen wrenches?”
I would have said to hell with Lowe’s and followed them to the ends of the earth to learn what was up. Which may be what that dude following them was doing, unless he was some kind of hired gun or bodyguard. In which case I might have just gone on to Lowe’s.
Damn. How could I have missed it? Oh. I know. Shoot. The guy in the car’s not doing the gangster lean, so I didn’t figure him for a pimp. I’m so old school. I was almost thinking he might be Kinky Friedman!
Damn, I love this town. Today Daryl and I saw a man lying on the ground in front of his house, apparently pulling weeds. The yard was covered with lawn ornaments–we’re talking at least 200 white-painted concrete fawns, geese, squirrels, wishing wells and the like. And there was clearly no irony to it–this was an earnest attempt at beauty and/or a conspicuous display of working class wealth. To top it off, his little Toto-like dog was standing in the yard, watching him. It was surreal. No camera, so no picture, although we’re going to go back soon and get a picture of the yard, if nothing else.
Hey, Deron, what’s written on the back of the carriage?
I think the most shocking thing I ever saw in Dallas was on a visit several years ago: a gang of tourists being cruised past Dealey Plaza toward the Triple Underpass in a replica of the JFK deathmobile. Now that’s entertainment.
She stoops to retrieve jaw from floor, then asks, “You think they were on their way to a quinceañero celebration or a prom — or to Lowe’s to pick up some Allen wrenches?”
at first I thought quinceañero then I saw the marine in there with her and maybe three kids. I have no fucking idea.
I also like that she was on the phone.
this was, like, a couple hours ago.
I would have said to hell with Lowe’s and followed them to the ends of the earth to learn what was up. Which may be what that dude following them was doing, unless he was some kind of hired gun or bodyguard. In which case I might have just gone on to Lowe’s.
he seemed part of the festivities.
He was certainly color-coordinated. Maybe he was Dad (which is to say, a hired gun or bodyguard).
I think they just said, “fuck, gas is expensive…I’m taking the carriage.”
Well its obvious to any hoodlum that the guy in the car is the pimp and the girl is talking to the pimp about how much to charge!
If you’re only going to be state side for a couple of days why not go all out and get a nice ho to “service” the service man.
Damn. How could I have missed it? Oh. I know. Shoot. The guy in the car’s not doing the gangster lean, so I didn’t figure him for a pimp. I’m so old school. I was almost thinking he might be Kinky Friedman!
Damn, I love this town. Today Daryl and I saw a man lying on the ground in front of his house, apparently pulling weeds. The yard was covered with lawn ornaments–we’re talking at least 200 white-painted concrete fawns, geese, squirrels, wishing wells and the like. And there was clearly no irony to it–this was an earnest attempt at beauty and/or a conspicuous display of working class wealth. To top it off, his little Toto-like dog was standing in the yard, watching him. It was surreal. No camera, so no picture, although we’re going to go back soon and get a picture of the yard, if nothing else.
Hey, Deron, what’s written on the back of the carriage?
sweet jesus! I fucking found it.
Fuck me running.
Under the why choose us:
“Our presentation at all our events is a matter of personal pride…”
“West End Tours,” too.
I think the most shocking thing I ever saw in Dallas was on a visit several years ago: a gang of tourists being cruised past Dealey Plaza toward the Triple Underpass in a replica of the JFK deathmobile. Now that’s entertainment.
“Cookie Monster Quinceañera.”