Scribble on the wall while running
| June 6th, 2008[Enter stage right]
Here it comes! See her. Read it. Love it. (You will….)
[Exit stage left]
[Enter stage left]
I’d have to say (3) Death, in the mall food-court, (1) with the Pain slingshot… (2) and while “Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien” by Edith Piaf echoes from the crappy PA system and ricochets thru the mall like kicked tin cans bouncing on flecked, institutional marble.
[Exit stage right]
[Enter rear center stage]
Saturday’s the big match. You should come, if only to see this woman, who is a goddess and hotter’n hell (although I only get her for the articles, I swear.)
[Exit stage-diving off front center]
