Boulevard of Broken Dreams Part VIII

Like Truman Capote’s Mr. Revercomb in short story “Master Misery,” I will buy your dreams. This just in…

haydenpan_320x245Someone was banging on my door in the middle of the night and it was you wearing a seersucker suit. You said I was late for the racetrack and that we were supposed to be there an hour ago. I put a fur coat on over my pajamas and we took a fancy steam train where you smoked inside the whole time and I drank Tang. When we arrived at the racetrack, Hayden Panettiere was performing in the middle like it was the Super Bowl halftime show.

I hate Tang.

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