GO BACK
'The interim always turns out
to be forever : A girl sees Bob
Dylan on e69th street. She goes
up to him and says, 'Hi! I'm from
Minnesota.' Go back, he says.
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Another time, a younger guy
comes up to the table where
we are dining, and points at
the salt shaker with his index
finger. He says 'Does anyone
want to use this?' My friend
says, 'Sure, thanks,' and grabs
the guy's finger and uses it
to pick his nostril.
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The guy retreats in horror.
Stolen moments in an
infinite world.'
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