7.03.06

Category: dribblings

Crazy Margaret saw me in the yard today. she came over to tell me that she needs a job.

“i need to get a job, jaimie. my son was a deaf mute and he works he says if you can shit and wipe your own ass you can get a job and that’s what’s wrong with the church he got a job at a cement company and now he’s worked up to where he’s the one with the big truck and he drives to all the jobs and checks to make sure they’re working. but i told him i need a car to get a job i can’t walk to Attalla ever’day! you need to sell me one of your jeeps.”

“no.”

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