Hookin' It

Memory:

Devon, a blind guy, and I were mistaken for hookers.

We missed our train stop

Louis ran to bring the car to us.

We waited by the station with greasy hair, stained clothes, and sunburned shoulders.

And some man screamed from his speeding car,

"GET A JOB!!!!!"

And we turned to each other and laughed.

Look, I want dees puppehs:

http://knoxville.craigslist.org/pet/1055241161.html