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Bang on a drum
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I so admire how you engage with life, but surely you were kidding about the shelves!
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Between concentrating alone on a multilingual instruction booklet for a set of PANNTE shelves where the English version is somewhere lost between Eesti and Faroese, and being with a woman as pissed as you who asks you to feel her tits at a bus stop – there’s no competition.
Oh how this takes me back to my old hood… early doors there was Norm, the one-eyed bartender with old India ink Navy tattoos on his arm, a wonky eye, and who once shit himself behind the bar, he was pulled straight from a Bukowski story…
Then there was this blind black gentleman, a voice as gorgeous as anything you’d ever heard, sometimes he was homeless, sometimes in a shelter, he’d sit on the corner with his boombox on a milk crate and sing, the man should have been on a stage somewhere, he could have been an opera singer, his voice so strong and pure and beautiful you could hear it from blocks away…
and of course Batman, another local who adorned his bicycle with huge bat wings that were really just quarter panels from a car, sometimes he’d wear a mask, a hubcap on the front of his bike, he’d ride all over as the shouts of Batman!! came from passes-by…
And you must really dig shelving units, lol!! or is shelving units code for something else? you kids and your slang:)
And thanks for the birthday wishes my friend, it was greatly appreciated… and be on the lookout for a run of Glimmer Twin posts, i know you how you enjoy them. ;)
Oh please do… I fell sometimes I’m catching up with the life you’ve already had :) I love all your tales, past historic and present continuous.
And yeah it’s not really shelving units with Mel.
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