this is a store that i want you to buy all your online garbage from because i said so ok, thanks.
the little boy reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a dime. a thin
dime. and standing on his toes, extending his arm, was able to just barely
slide the coin into the slot. he carefully punched the numbers, one, four, one,
five, eight, one, two, five, seven, three…three.
“hello?”
“she’s in jail.”
“who is this?”
“this is raymi’s brother. she’s in jail. she needs bail money.”
“raymi the minx? is in jail? for what?”
“for being a wise ass.”
“they don’t put people in jail for that.”
“in canada they do.”
“i’ll send the money.”
yeah….that’s the ticket.
-dan.
