Monday, March 20, 2006

Blaze

Apparently, when Jonny Blaze turns twenty-one, I wake up at noon and put on a wrinkled suit. It smells of cigarette smoke. As I walk home through Belmont, I sip on Spudnuts coffee and munch on a cherry-and-cinnamon bearclaw.

Thanks, Jon.

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