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August 1, 2009

Ice cream on his mug, climbing the giant anchor in the square like a bad monkey Spawn leaps down and walks up to me, motioning me to bend down so he can whisper in my ear, his eyes move from side to side-kinda shifty like he cups his hand around his mouth looks at me and says, “Hey Mama, do you see that girl with the black purse and black shoes, right over there?”

“Yes.” I say and glance at a tall teenage girl waiting to order some take out, “What about her?”

“Well,” says Spawn smiling, “she totally looked at me.”

He is 8 1/2.

Provincetown has some sort of weird voodoo. Really, I swear it does.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. August 1, 2009 9:17 pm

    Did H P Lovecraft live around there somewhere?

  2. August 2, 2009 11:59 am

    NICE! She probably did too… little hussy.

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