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Death's Door, the view from the Spanish announcers table: gatorade

Tuesday, July 20

gatorade


On the bus home from work there were two cats sitting in the very back. One black, one white. The black guy was very animated and doing most of the talking whilst the white guy would mostly grunt in the affirmative in a very deep “uh huh”. From downtown to Westport where they got off, the entire conversation revolved around the life giving, wonderful qualities of Gatorade. I fuckin shit you not, for thirty minutes I was a captive prisoner to a Forest Gump, Bubba inspired description of everything good about fuckin Gatorade. Where to buy it cheap, what flavors it came in, how it compared to water. It was the most surreal conversation to come down the pike in a while.
"and the monkey flipped the switch"

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