Wednesday, February 27, 2008

To the torn strands of weave in the bush at the McDonald's Drive-Thru:

You are the saddest story I know.

2 comments:

  1. I once saw the principal of my high school on his knees with a dustpan and a hand broom, sweeping up pieces of weave after a girlfight. The students just stepped over him as they went along their ways.

    I think that may have actually been sadder.

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