I came home from work early. I have that damn summer cold that everyone else has, so my brain is a little fuzzy. Nothing has really gone right all day. So I have a cold and it's over 100. Naturally, I take off all my clothes and lay down for a nap. I was just reading a bit of The Ponder Heart to ease into sleep.
Well.
I guess I didn't lock the door on Broadway and somebody it and said, "hello?" There I was stretched out on the couch nekkid as the day I was born innocently reading an American Classic. Good thing Miss Barkyface was on the job. She got all up in there and then he got the hell out of here quicklike.
But he was smoking a cigarette! Fucking yuck. I wonder if he was trying for the neighbor's place.
Ok, back to Ms. Welty.
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