A foulmouthed man walks out on his bar tab. He follows around a girl who keeps crows for pets. In the mornings he tries in vain to find stations on his broken radio.
Now he smiles while he dreams about Edisto - but he cries when he thinks about Muskingum - and all of the things they did and didn't do.
Monday, October 18, 2010
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