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Out at lunch I'm walking on Capp Street. Up ahead are three people sitting. One got up and stands in my way. "Hey man you got any change?" barks the man. I pop back "nope." "I can hear it rattling in your pockets." I jingle my jacket pocket, "What you hear are housekeys. But you don't know that sound because you're homeless." Stunned, they just look at me while I pass.
posted by Eiríkur @ 5/12/2005 03:42:00 PM
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When I was six I remember sitting in the carbon-monoxide seats of my parent’s late ’70s powder blue station wagon. I would lip-sync to Crystal Gayle’s “Don’t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue” looking over at the drivers of other cars. I was convinced they would see me and think that I was Crystal, broadcasting directly to their AM dial. Recently I realized I was just high on fumes.
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eric...you know i worship you right? this would only appear on www.overheardinmyhead.com...not in my actual state of real beingness.
ha! why has that never occurred to me before?! GENIUS!
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