Thursday, June 11, 2009

Stopped

It was two o'clock in the morning and two solitary stop signs, situated on opposite sides of a seldom used side street, are shooting the breeze.

"So this kid comes up with a spray can and sprays this ugly looking tag all over my face."
"What color was it?"
"Blue I think. At least it smelled like blue. Got it all up in my nose and in my ears."
"That bites."
"Yeah. And you know what the worst part was?"
"No, what?"
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