Don't Shake the Baby

Generalist sentiments regarding love, the art of drinking and drive by farting.

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Deflated

I can't believe I forgot to post this and/or tell everyone I know about this yesterday:

I was on my way to work, driving N on 99 as usual. And there, at the Western Ave exit, I saw her. Head and arms thrown back in ecstasy, pink mouth open to the sky, brown hair cascading down, crumpled body leaning against the rail.

It was a deflated blow-up doll somebody had thrown out the window, and left at the exit ramp.

Damnation, I gotta start carrying my camera with me. That was too funny.