Note

Parts of this blog have been fictionalized. 9. As it was created through the halls of the mind in the grasp of psychosis.

Friday, November 11, 2011

The Funeral Parade

For some reason, I was standing by the window, inside a cafe, holding my cup of coffee, and your black Denali truck drove by. I was close enough to read the rear license plate.

I walked around the doorway, and watched you drive down the street, and out of sight.

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