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Sitting late last night, around 1:30 am on my front stoop.
Watered whiskey on ice in hand, sipping.
Went out for one last smoke before sleep, even though i supposedly
quit...
These G kids, and by that i mean, pants belted under their bums
a style i have never been able to understand, i mean i don't judge it
i guess i've just never met anyone close enough to ask what it's all about.
So anyway these kids pull up with an adorable little puppy sweet as pie, the one's who's it is
seems to have the same way about him, extremely shy and inoccent about the world around him.
So the other rings the doorbell in front of my house, a girl comes down all sleepy like, he goes in and the other waits with his dog, head buried in his hat.
5 min later the other comes back out, they whisper a bit and sit down there like that's what they came there to do. The one who went in the house, bald head no cap, starts to stare me down, trying to intimidate me i suppose, i stare back, my dog growls. The stare down continues and the boys open small cans of beer.
I realize that they are gonna sit there as long as me, just to make it look normal, not sketchy like it does. So instead of going back into the house when i'm done my smoke, i sit and smile at them and pet my dog and sit.
Finally probably 15 later my drink is done and the game has become boring, i'm tired so i go inside. They bolt, i mean they vanish, 30 seconds after i close the door they are nowhere to be found and i laugh.
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Posted by la on 2008-07-19 13:23:08 | Rating: | Views: 29
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