77 Words: Small Talk

March 15, 2015 — Leave a comment

Stopping for a huge overpriced bottle of water.

Popping in to buy a tire gauge.

Stumbling, drunk, on your way to buy cigarettes with two cops coming in behind you.

You hold the door.

Nod.

But you never say anything.

Nothing.

Ever.

Why would you?

Not only would the 7 beer breath incriminate you –

but what’s there to say?

The thoughts swirling around in your head as you drunkenly drove to your destination are too good

to lose.

 

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