The sun is direct in his face and I can see the lines dug deep in his skin like bark on a big old tree and its like this old dudes probably been taking breaks on this curb since before I was born and is gonna be taking breaks on this curb long after whatever happens to me tonight happens to me. Old timers still flashing his nametag so I guess goatee manager man didnt can his ass. Not that it matters none. Walgreen goes outta business, burns down, whatever, this dinosaurs gonna outlive all us fools, rabbiting all the worlds celery like hes from Watership Dog.

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He goes <You talk like a Saturday cartoon. I cant understand a single word you say.>

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<Cuz youre a deaf mightyducker!> Thats what I say.

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He goes <Is that why you write things on your jacket? Because you have trouble speaking?>

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Ooo! I punch my palm and do a circle walk so I dont bank his ass! Im like <How come you got a problem with me, old man? Every time Im over here youre bugging!>

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He goes <Whats on your hands? Is that blood?>

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And I go <Thats none a your business, senior citizen!>

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And hes like <Gracious, son. You have blood on your hands.>

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And Im like <Mightyducker, Im not your dang son!>

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Then he goes <You literally have blood on your hands. Gracious me.>

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So I go <Then sell me some wet wipes! Aisle four, bitch!>

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Two black folks walk by on their way to Walgreen and they spot Dick Trickle and instead of avoiding him they smile and head right up. The man is a sharp looking brother, handsome as hell. If Dags dads George Clooney, this dudes Idris Elba. He gives Dick Trickle a dap and asks hows Dick Trickles living, and then Idris Elbas honey that looks like Rihanna leans over and plants her pretty red lips right on Dick Trickles withered ass cheek. How the dang hell do all these sexy black superstars know this crusty old brontosaurus? They go like <Well be seeing you Sunday> and Dick Trickle chuckles like <You know you will> and I just got to stand there alone steaming mad while Dick Trickle gulps a gulp of health drink before remembering Im standing there. He sighs big and rubs his bony hand across his face like hes trying to iron out sixty five million years a wrinkles.

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