360/365 A Fourth Mark
Junior year, my neighbor and I were the new kids. I bummed rides in his old blue Fiat (a choke on the dash). Good-looking and pissed off, he openly scoffed at what passed for “mountains.” For awhile, I made out with his older brother.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 7:17 AM
13 Comments:
A Choke on the dash...awesome! Vrrommm!
Only 5 left I.B.
What's next?
Another disgruntled displaced Westerner?
Funny how the older brother hasn't had a post written about him.
Cedar: And won't get one.
Helen: Yup.
lo: I'm working on getting a new blog up and running, but I have a pesky February 2 work deadline to meet, so there may be a slight delay.
How cool about the new blog, IB! What will the format be?
SY: Uh oh. There has to be a format?
I mean, will it be a 44-word deal, but about subjects other than people? Or about people, but not limited to 44 words? I can't wait to hear more about it!
Yes, do leave us a link. Now about your post....may we assume he was scoffing at your breasts? How rude!
Believe me, Susan, that would be a logical assumption to make.
Well, if I can get a word in on Mark's behalf, when I moved back East after having lived near the mountains, it took years to get over missing them.
Ooh, i'm such a joiner; if you want people to copy.
My dad's old sports car had a choke on the dash. Heh.
MM: Being near mountains is a wonderful thing, even tiny Vermont mountains. I'm sure if I ever lived near western ones I would resent it if I had to leave them behind...
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