Thursday, November 6, 2008
"One hundred one, one hundred two, one hun........"
Martha called me from the Chicago Airport two nights ago and she described to me a man she saw passing through security who had his carry on checked only to find it contained six bottles of cheap cologne and two dozen naked Barbie dolls. I imagined him reaching his destination, checking into a seedy hotel, and quietly combing his doll's hair in the bathroom mirror...
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Please tell me this made you think of me...
My god.
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