Viewing posts from April, 2012
A trucker in a purple oxford shirt and cowboy hat decided I wanted to hear about a puppeteer and his magical city.
Met a middle-aged man from The City. He held a ragged black nylon leash, at the end of which cowered an emaciated dog with tail tucked. The man ran his hands through his curly brown hair and asked me where he should go to have a meltdown.