Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Bus nonfiction

Were you ever married?
Do you want to get married?
Sometimes when I smoke crystal meth it's in that hotel.
Are you Mexican?
What's that?
Oh El Salvador, ok.
Do you want to get married to me?
Where are we going?
It's warm on this bus at least.
Do you have an apartment?
Where is it?
Where are we going?
I'm going to need to get some crystal soon.

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