HEDGEMONT
Driving the car from the Battery Tunnel, there were
two guys I saw walking backwards with shades of
glee - one was holding a paint-bucket in his hands
and the other dragged a drop-cloth from his knees.
I slowed down to ask if they wanted a ride - they
exclaimed, 'No; this was part of our deal.'
I said okay, and sped away.
-
I really wanted to ask, 'Why would you let
the man from the Marlton Hotel do this to you?
Slave labor like this is entrapment for sure.'
-
Sometimes a lazy day is nothing but that - a
lazy day in all respects. My own way, that of a
radical man's descent, went instead to thoughts
of Zabriskie Point, that film where, after a huge
sex session in the desert sand, everything at
the end of the film is just shown being blown
apart, in movement, everything in smithereens.
Driving the car from the Battery Tunnel, there were
two guys I saw walking backwards with shades of
glee - one was holding a paint-bucket in his hands
and the other dragged a drop-cloth from his knees.
I slowed down to ask if they wanted a ride - they
exclaimed, 'No; this was part of our deal.'
I said okay, and sped away.
-
I really wanted to ask, 'Why would you let
the man from the Marlton Hotel do this to you?
Slave labor like this is entrapment for sure.'
-
Sometimes a lazy day is nothing but that - a
lazy day in all respects. My own way, that of a
radical man's descent, went instead to thoughts
of Zabriskie Point, that film where, after a huge
sex session in the desert sand, everything at
the end of the film is just shown being blown
apart, in movement, everything in smithereens.
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