Sunday, January 26, 2003
Play That Funky Music, White Boy
Outside the Palace, in the alley by the feed store, I'm sucking up my third Bud, proud that I ate raw bell peppers all day so I could dance all night to Taxi in the smoke-filled ( we'd better call the police!) bar. Black pants and a black shirt in a dimly lit room is so slimming, and I nearly carry...
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