"That guy does not belong here," Oz says as we walk towards the entrance to Target.
"That guy?" I see a guy dressed all in black, with long black hair walking into the parking lot. "You mean he doesn't belong at Target?"
"Anywhere. He's got glam boots, glam hair. He looks like a refugee from a hair band."
We progress a little further and I can see the guy's car. "It's a hearse! He drives a hearse! He's Harold!"
Well, not quite. The hearse has an antique plate, but (not being a converted Jaguar) is otherwise just an old vehicle in need of a polish.
106 words | June 19, 2005 06:51 PM | Real true story