Sunday, August 16, 2009

There Is This Place

There is this place in our town that takes care of things. You have a piece of furniture, a white elephant of sorts that you need to get rid of? You wait 'til nightfall, drag it to the place, act like you know what you are doing...leave it and head home. The next'll probably be there. But then....the hours start counting down...there is anticipation....everytime you check for it...its still there. But the moment you forget about's gone.
The place has solved your problem. Your problem is no longer yours.
Wilson Archibald with futon couch sacrifice, 9:00 am

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