Sometimes I see…

…a tanned, shirtless, middle-aged man with a cell phone clip on his ear, dark blue jean shorts held up under his pot belly by a thin, faded leather belt connected to the pistol cozily resting on his hip as he listens to an Abba-like Russian ballad loud enough for half the town to hear and washes his white-windowed mini-van/car by hand.

2 Comments

  1. Dad said,

    July 26, 2011 at 2:45 am

    Elvis possibly?


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