Where the fuck is that lighter?
The white one.
The cheapie I found
On the ground
In the garage
In Miami
The night of Bobby’s show.
Groundscore.
I know where I had it:
There.
I was there and so was the lighter.
And then I came
Here.
Now everything is fucked.
It probably isn’t in the pocket of a jacket I haven’t worn since 2004.
Still…
No, not there.
Maybe I should break into my neighbor’s place and check there.
Where the FUCK is that lighter?
I know.
I’ll check the place that it should be
Again
That’ll work.
The cheapies have a cross-section like a Pez candy:
Bics are oblate.
All that the see-through jobbies are good for is
Hurling at the pavement,
Go ‘splode.
I liked this lighter.
Smooth action, man.
Consistent.
Where the fuck is that lighter?
our friend steve silberman getting some good press recently, regarding a tweet from him almost 3 years ago regarding basketball head and our current situation. but i digress
Ah, an homage to the great Ewan McTeagle. Well done, sir