August 15, 2011

This is the kind of man who has a wife, and a child and an apartment. Works a lot, works hard, no white picket fence, but this is what the American dream seems like to me. This is what he feels like, his voice and his body and crooked teeth.

It scares me, and I escape like a rabbit, but carefully. There is no remembering what I say, making my exit.

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