Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Floodgates

Floodgates. Floodgates. Keep 'em intact, gotta get home, gotta... gotta find... anywhere... mrph... just a few more blocks and I'll be there, and then this won't matter anymore... why didn't I just go before I left? I'm such an idiot. There's the hot dog vendor... past him, the bank... then another two blocks and I'll see apartments... almost home free, keep jogging, brisk... pace... hrm... what is that on the other side of the road? That flash of... browny... wait... wait! Is that... is that a hundred dollar bill sitting on that sewer grate?! Oh... oh... I could really use the money... but, I... oh hell, I'll... run run run, stay out of my way, cars... no, no, trapped in the middle, there's too much traffic! Oh crap oh crap, this was a mistake... and... and the bill... oh, no, wait, it's a leaf. A very rectangular leaf. Dammit, I'm about to pee myself for a LEAF?

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