31 December, 2005 this is not a piece of art ...This Is My Life II
thanks to the paucity of AmericanSpirits at the local cigarette bazaar, i had to warm up the truck and make a dash for the gas station/grocery just down the road, before i'd finished my first cup of coffee. pack of Camels, god help me. this impulsive leap reminded me of just how much a stranger i am in this strange land. even though most of my life has been spent here. surrounded by trucks and minivans in the chaotic lot. opening the front door, i was hit by the Chinook of frying country-style ham: that acrid, salt-and-hickory barrage that coats your being like a spritz at the perfume aisle, and lasts... A L L D A Y. i can still smell it on me, now. they should bottle it, and name it "�Pork-Que? the fragrance of tractor-pull love." guaranteed pheromones of unibrow sex. like every other day of the year, even out of season, the de rigeur fashion was: camo, and blaze orange. for men and women. luckily for me, my SteveMcQueen flight jacket fit the color-scheme, at least being green, with an orange liner. i didn't stand out like i'd just walked out of CirqueDuSoleil... though my french resistance-style beret was getting the watching-every-move-you-make stares. as usual. now, thankfully, i can function... and start formulating my 2005 remembrances. ...after i dispose of the mouse that the cat dispatched to Valhalla on the kitchen floor. good kitty.
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