Got off the train. A woman dropped a Trident gum wrapper. It smelled like Arbys above ground. A man was sweeping up litter, I wondered if he ever swept up paper money. The FedEx man had an iPhone. A tall, stoic, white haired man waiting in line for coffee was wearing a leather blazer and a Mickey Mouse tie. A woman stopped walking to write something on a dentist’s appointment card. The guy at the candy store wears a thin gold chain. The latex gloves are still on the stairs.
P.I. Cassity – Gumshoe for hire.
Neil CassidyMatt Cassity!
Blow man, blow!
Pick up the gloves.
todd and i kicked them down the stairs, not sure if that helped anything, but it seemed like the right thing to do.
i saw the best minds of my generation, eating arby’s underground smelling of above ground