Wednesday, February 09, 2005

The Tale of the Red Topper

After sitting on the street, and then being moved under the tree outside my window, the red topper was snowed on Monday night. Tuesday it looked so peaceful, just sitting there, covered in snow. I was almost happy to have it there. I just, moments ago, watched as two men picked it up(neither of which were the rightful owner, who, as you may recall, tried to run me over once) put it in their truck, and drove off with it.

I had a big smile, and a schoolboy giddiness about myself as they hauled away asshole's topper. Much to my chagrin, I never took a picture of my front-lawn guest. Almost seems a pity, really.

So, fare-thee-well, my red topper friend.


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