My Robot Is Pregnant theme song!

tough guy poetry and manly stories of loneliness
all contents copyright Jon Rolston 2004, 2005, 2006

February 21, 2011

any given sunday

Set up next to a ghetto talking black dude Sunday. Seemed to have mild left side paralysis in his face.

“Plug it in over there. It don’t work I’ll give your money back,” he says to a guy holding an electric hot plate.

“3,” the customer says.

“5. Go plug it in,” Gary counters.

“3.”

“I said 5. Give it to me or put the muthafucker down.”

All day long it was infield chatter, “gotta spend to save”, “who’s ready, who’s next?”. Over and over. Spend to save. Spend to save. It’s gotta go.

Any Asian who picked up an item, Gary would say, “4 dollaaaaaa.”

Totally affecting a Chinese accent right to their face. But it wasn’t racism. He’d tell every young woman, Asian or not, his phone number then demand they repeat it back. Gary likes people. He just doesn’t know how much of an asshole he is.

I have pictures, but now my computer converts them to text files so they won’t upload. Ryan is coming by to look into it tomorrow.

Anybody see any bricks for Jeff?

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