Load up the car, Ma. It’s fixin’ to rain. We bought some new tires today, and they are dope. I wrestled a black bear for them, and guess who won? I did. I defeated the black bear. Went to the greengrocer for some hot tamales but all he had was a can of potato sticks. I ate ‘em, sure, but still. I’m thinking I might need to find a new greengrocer. It hurts to say it, but I’ve got to be frank. A good greengrocer is something every man needs, just like a dark suit, golf clubs, and a rhubarb garden. I feel like these past few weeks have just been one long trip to a greengrocer who’s just past his prime. Makes me think about all the greengrocers I’ve known, and what a strange majestic succession it has been. And so it shall continue, I’m sure, greengrocer after greengrocer, onward through my lifetime like so many silhouettes of lost loves and lost dreams, stretched lengthwise before me.
