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By Mike Palecek (about the author)
Become a Fan -- Page 3 of 8 page(s)
"You look wonderful tonight."
"Wwwierbnv."
"Sirhan. Sirhan."
"With atrazine ... Gggll ... I'm Bob Edwards."
The Camry edged closer, nudging Paul's tan Escort.
Paul decided to dis' the out of town plates.
He leaned into the brake pedal, motioned the Camry driver around and walked the radio tuning arrow right.
The right lane had cleared, but the Camry driver blew his horn, rolled down his window and shouted at Paul to get the fuck out of the way.
She had to be there.
The light changed to red. The lanes filled up around Paul. The Camry inched back. A black and white Sioux City police cruiser pulled up next to Paul. He pushed the shifter into first and stared ahead. Paul turreted his head right. The black officer glared at Paul until Paul looked away.
He watched the light while moving the knob with his right hand.
The light clicked to green.
Paul moved away within the flow.
He spread his thighs and picked his balls free. He signaled and moved to the right lane. He put his left hand in the window and gave the Camry a no-look finger. Paul turned right up Nebraska Street.
Looking up the hill he saw the walk way between Norwest and Penney's, the sidewalks littered with walkers, lingering fog, orange and yellow blinkers.
Paul steered with his knees while he lit an Old Gold.
Become a Fan -- Page 3 of 8 page(s)
"Wwwierbnv."
"Sirhan. Sirhan."
"With atrazine ... Gggll ... I'm Bob Edwards."
The Camry edged closer, nudging Paul's tan Escort.
Paul decided to dis' the out of town plates.
He leaned into the brake pedal, motioned the Camry driver around and walked the radio tuning arrow right.
The right lane had cleared, but the Camry driver blew his horn, rolled down his window and shouted at Paul to get the fuck out of the way.
She had to be there.
The light changed to red. The lanes filled up around Paul. The Camry inched back. A black and white Sioux City police cruiser pulled up next to Paul. He pushed the shifter into first and stared ahead. Paul turreted his head right. The black officer glared at Paul until Paul looked away.
He watched the light while moving the knob with his right hand.
The light clicked to green.
Paul moved away within the flow.
He spread his thighs and picked his balls free. He signaled and moved to the right lane. He put his left hand in the window and gave the Camry a no-look finger. Paul turned right up Nebraska Street.
Looking up the hill he saw the walk way between Norwest and Penney's, the sidewalks littered with walkers, lingering fog, orange and yellow blinkers.
Paul steered with his knees while he lit an Old Gold.
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