I need to edit my American Novel experiential paper because it may or may not be due today. That just means that I'm on my blog, not editing when I have oh...maybe a half hour to get it done. Fuck yeah!
Who's surprised.
An encounter this weekend, while sitting outside of O'Reilly's Pub:
A man from Phoenix, about fifty or so, wearing a cowboy hat comes outside with his friend to smoke. The Cowboy glances at Kt and me. The following dialogue ensues.
Cowboy: "These the two foxes you were talking about all night?"
Friend: (mildly uncomfortable) "Uh...no." (Turning to us) "Exactly how underage are you guys?"
Oh, the encounters you will have in what seemed to me to be the boondocks of New Jersey. Or whatever Newton is.
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