[Eric and I, sitting on the couch. Windows are open. There's a ruckus from the street. Eric stands up and peers out the window.]
"It's those Mexicans again, riding little bicycles, drinking beer and singing," Eric reports.
"Which ones?"
"The guy who wears the Steelers jersey, and the older guy who called you 'churro.' "
"Oh yeah, those guys."
Thursday, October 1, 2009
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I find something quite endearing about those teeny ghetto bicycles.
I know! They are kind of sweet, like when people dress up their dogs in human clothes that don't fit them quite right.
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