Monday, April 11, 2005
Nothing to be concerned about, I'm sure
Okay. I'm out smoking. Beat-up, rusting car rumbles up, Billie Holiday music blaring. White male, late-thirties early forties, balding, 200 lbs, opens the car door and pours liquid onto the street. He gets out of the vehicle, closes the door, then kicks the door to fully close it. He is wearing the short coat of an MD in training and has a stethoscope slung over his neck. He lights a cigarette and walks briskly down the middle of the road. He walks to a sidewalk, doubles back to toss the cigarette, and walks into a house. He's a killer, right? Aren't all balding white males who act erratically killers? And the Billie Holiday? That's straight psycho shit.
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you forgot about the backward glances. three at least.
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