I once bought a car from a guy in South
Philly. He lived in a tiny house
but on his wall was the head
of an 8-point
buck.
"Hunting?" I asked.
"Runway," he said.
"Planes hit deer
awla time," he said.
"All you gotta do
is drive out at night
and get 'em."
I paid him cash for the car
and left.
Two years later
it died
on the road.
I keep its bumper
over my fireplace.

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Posted by: Darcy | April 26, 2011 at 09:28 AM