Go Ahead. Make my Day
yes, i do remember this. when i thought about it, i couldn’t believe that it actually was true and not a dream. but it wasn’t. I am thinking of a photo of Cindy, wearing a plaid shirt and a cowboy hat. and it was Daytona; she was 4 or 5 years old, and she was sitting on, from what i remember, a brown and white cow, on the beach in Daytona. So maybe there was a cow too?
I don’t have a sense of humor anymore. I used to. What happened to it?
in light of that, I think “this” is worth posting (for whatever reason).
“This” is what i saw paddle by my bedroom window the other day.
kind of weird, right? and maybe i shouldn’t never draw my shades? In any case, I think he came by again the other day, without the clown outfit, and I recognized him. Something about the eyes? Could that be possible?
Anyway, when I saw him paddle by, I ran out of the house, ran down “Fleet Street” to get ahead of him, and took the photos.
“I have to take some pictures,” I said. (duh)
“I don’t usually like having my picture taken,” he said. “I don’t have facebook or anything.”
“What are you doing paddling around dressed up like a clown?” I asked.
“Oh, I’m just paddling around.”
And then he was gone…
Bitch Rag 