WE HIGH-TAILED
IT FROM THE
ROOFTOPS
OF KENSINGTON
You held the jigger and I had the key. We ran
off as fast as we could before that thing was
going to blow : a small-man's safe in an under
the counter drop. It only amounted to seven
hundred some dollars, but back then and for
us that seemed a fortune. The lady that read
Tarot Cards, I saw as we passed, was naked
in her lamplit window, but I couldn't stop
to stare. We were on a mission, and rushing
everywhere. Life is just a passel of these
missed opportunities and purloined
moments, and there's little
else to do.
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