I guess weirdness is something I can deal with, when it's real. The hippies who have handle bar mustaches and attach fake monkey tails to their cargos. His friend is wearing a lady bug hat complete with antennas. Everyone here told me that they were a gypsy. Gypsy: a caravan of gypsies: Romany, Rom, traveler, nomad, rover, roamer, wanderer. I wonder where they came from. I think I know their apartment, its off of canyon. It has hardwood floors smells like cooked vegetables. I believe them if just for a minute. I dont think what I feel is precise. But I guess I don't know what the point is of being this off color person. She looks over at them, tired and unimpressed, I can tell she is on the verge of throwing all of her little bits of paper into the air and crying enormously hot tears. Focus takes the wheel. I am going to miss her.
Bossy directions given through a mouth full of smoke.
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