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hes in good with the junkyard owner and he likes that they are both old men trying to patch up their fractures beer bellies coming along nicely hands lacquered with paint and modest discretion and cigarette blazing yellow ABSOLUTELY NO SMOKING IN THE SCRAPYARD! but he does. killing time. he does, fat eyes laughing at blood on dashboards metallic toe jam and irony only he finds evident he knows he can stroke his vices wherever he so chooses around here the owner, Dave says so and he makes sure he tells me as he lights up halfway out the door Dave staring me down with grease in his eyes that 'not just ANYBODY gets these kind of privileges' i know dad i know
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May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 12:43 PM UTC
Dad
hes in good with the junkyard owner and he likes that they are both old men trying to patch up their fractures beer bellies coming along nicely hands lacquered with paint and modest discretion and cigarette blazing yellow ABSOLUTELY NO SMOKING IN THE SCRAPYARD! but he does. killing time. he does, fat eyes laughing at blood on dashboards metallic toe jam and irony only he finds evident he knows he can stroke his vices wherever he so chooses around here the owner, Dave says so and he makes sure he tells me as he lights up halfway out the door Dave staring me down with grease in his eyes that 'not just ANYBODY gets these kind of privileges' i know dad i know
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May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 12:43 PM UTC
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