On the front stoop we are sitting in the sun with Frankie
the Noise, thinking about signs to plant in the front yard,
facing the intersection. Advertising. (Shop Forget)
For the passing crowd in their SUVs and their souped-up
Hondas. Their cellphones and their subwoofers.
My sign would say (Hey, why don't you turn the fucking
music up?) It would not generate many sales. But it
would be fun, see? Fun like heaving
turds at The Man. More fun than a fine
family man, a fellow family member (read:
sister), or a regularly updated website (weekly? probably).
Also, we are now taking creditMFD.
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