Yes, small towns offer a level of comfort in the predictability. Errands are a run of habit and the faces are familiar.
As I drove out of town, a woman walking down the street in a red and black plaid Chanel two-piece suit caught my eye. Doc Martin boots and multiple tattoos on her arms, legs, and on her scalp where the hair had been shaved to define the gray mohawk.
I was frightened. In the big city sixty miles north of here I would have been mildly intrigued.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
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No photo?
I can understand that feeling.
pics or it didn't happen!
I second that!
/j.
"Look, Ma. It's one of them city folks come down to use our DMV again. Is that disposable camera still in the glove? I wanna git a picture."
"She's too old for the mohawk but I'd kill for the Chanel."
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