Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Detroit



Bee and I took the tunnel across the river to muck it up. I discovered a new irritating habit of dance halls: playing only the first minute or two of any song. My fellow co-patriots were too demolished to notice. When Jaeger girls are whittling it in orange hot pants a man could live in a perpetual halo of, "This song! This song! This song!"

It was like being on a road trip with Adam.

We started walking, eventually mauling our way to the shore.
Bee exclaimed, "The city looks so nice from over here!"
"That's not the city," I spat, squinting. "That's just a cardboard cut out being held up by bums."

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