When I get sleepy and my video-game of the day hits heavy traffic, my mind wanders.
I'm old and my stomach barely works so food isn't on my mind.
A smoke? In a little while, man.
I started drifting back to days gone by pre-ghetto and during the war. (well it's all jumbled up in my memory.)
Your town here was mostly weeds and orange groves, but our suburban neighborhood has remained, like Havisham's castle, for 60 years, slowly deteriorating but never changing.
I'll bet the market is still there, under another owner.
The kids are psycho for tons of reasons (like, they never learned to swallow)
but those toys might have raised more normal people.
Actually, I was only thinking about silicone pink elephants 1/4" inches high, from gumball machines, But you wanted an intro and a color picture, so *here*.
superball (great for running into the street and transforming into road-kill/pizza)
The damn wagon handle on an old wagon could be used to bash a little brother's
(ungrateful idiots sin verguenza)
Speaking of my dead grandmother and her treasure trove of epithets, uhh,
She got here when young, brooding and breeding for years, and coming up with words like "Visionudo" which a kid would be yelled at with. Visionudo (string of epithets here)!!!!
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