July 17, 2012

Green Door

Midnight. One more night without sleepin’.
Watchin’. ‘Til the mornin’ comes creepin’.
Green door, what’s that secret you’re keepin’?

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  1. Daryl Scroggins on July 17th, 2012 at 11:02 pm

    Lovely picture, Sheila. Reminds me of how I used to stare for a long time at the plastic containers of “Dep” hair gel at the five and dime store. In this case it also makes me think of what we sometimes have to go through just to get home.

  2. Derek White on July 18th, 2012 at 9:19 am

    i see a green door & paint it red.

  3. Sheila Ryan on July 18th, 2012 at 10:31 am

    Both you guys made me grin.

  4. Sheila Ryan on July 18th, 2012 at 10:33 am

    (And there really is this green door — this very one — in a stall at the DIY car wash in town.)

  5. Joel Bernstein on July 18th, 2012 at 4:08 pm

    It’s like Piss Christ but with less piss and less christ.

  6. Sheila Ryan on July 18th, 2012 at 4:15 pm

    Joel, I just spewed a mouthful of Jones Green Apple soda.