So my son took this picture on the road to somewhere between Seattle and San Francisco. I forget the specifics. I probably should ask him cause I need a place for all my imaginary friends to stay. That would be what my other son calls my blog friends. It’s good that I have children to keep me straight on this shit.
I've always thought more of you as an imaginary acquaintance. ;)
ReplyDeleteIf I didn't exist you would have to invent me you know.
ReplyDeletei suppose we're only as real as you imagine us to be..
ReplyDeleteYou'll know a man is real when you drop by his place and step into... catshit. That is your curse.
ReplyDeleteReading that sign, I feel like I've found my way home again.
ReplyDeleteVery funny.
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