Sunday, July 29, 2007

July 29

Guest Writer J.G. Francis

Dear 80 and Sunny,

Hungarian pigeons are hot tubbing in warm grocery store gutters.
Behind cafe window panes, frantic flies try desperately to Houdini
themselves free, their unsuccessful brethren writhing below. Bermuda
grass burns. Fallen oranges rot. It is a beautiful 83 degrees in Los
Angeles today, sunny, with a nice Northern breeze.

Tomorrow, your welcome home will most likely be the same.


And Kelly K writes:

Sweat beads on the back of my neck like the condensation on my beer glass. weather like this is an excuse to get drunk under the sun.

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