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So, I guess every small town has a weirdo that everybody knows of. Ours is Wally. I've never met Wally, but I've heard all about him. Wally is well into his 60's and is um...slow. He's on SSI or something of that nature and he has done odd jobs (ie mowing yards, raking leaves, painting fences, etc. etc.) for people around town for years to supplement his income. It's worked out well for him; a bank account is a concept that has escaped him so he carries a literal wad of cash at all times. He's frequently seen riding his bicycle around town in desperate, perpetual need of a shower.
Trusty's dad works at an auto repair shop two doors down from us. Wally frequently drops in there to use the bathroom or vending machines on his route of gathering discarded pop cans. Trusty's dad relayed to us on Friday that he had recently spoken to Wally. Apparently, Wally has spotted Trusty and I together and he shared the opinion that Trusty's "got 'eem a hot one."
This boosts my self-esteem.
design by fergie
Bits of fire in the sky push me east back home. I used to live in flames
but it's hard on the wings. Choke me. Smoke me. Scare me back. You try
but you just can't. I peel the layers in my spare time, and you're easy
to see through. I can fly, I've discovered on my own. I may be the lesser
butterfly but my wings are just as strong. Who are you to tell me to find
a place to land? I may be the lesser butterfly but baby watch me glide.
