A day on the internet….
promises of candor, broken
veils and little lies, everywhere
invented details, vague details, no details…
Anonymous sewage….
And this had such promise…
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HemmingPlay
https://hemmingplay.wordpress.com/about/ More at the link. I remember him. He was sitting in the heat on the dock waiting for the ferry to Okracoke, Island in the Outer Banks, NC. It was probably sometime in '72 or '73. He'd driven nearly 12 hours straight and was so tired he couldn't understand the accents of the natives there. I wonder whatever happened to him? I heard a rumor that he married a skinny Irish girl and they settled down somewhere, had a couple of boys, got old. He put on a few pounds. She's still got the girlish shape that caught his eye all those years ago. He probably still has that shirt, though, and still wishes he looked like this. The idiot.
December 4, 2014 at 11:40 AM
Many thanks. This is what happens when I don’t drink coffee early enough.
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December 4, 2014 at 10:52 AM
Great one!
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