THE BLACK MAGIC
OF GOOD LIES
I'd swear this old car had two carburetors;
how cold I be so wrong. You said 3-speed
on the column, it's a 4 on the floor. Who
messed with your head boy? No '62 Chevy,
your Daddy's or not, ever came down the
road like this. That was back on Fulton Street,
when the kid with two heads used to visit.
Like an idiot, I took pity and let him in. One
of the worse moves I ever made. He came
with stipulations attached. You had to
believe every lie he said.
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