Threw a chair
at Phil Garner
But it sailed over
the insufferable
gray-streaked horizon.
Then awoke
to the smell
of burning plastic
everywhere.
Thursday.
jueves.
Jesus.
Hey Soos.
The frickin
Metro
bus
was
late
too.
“Houston Dreamin’ Thursday A.M.,” excerpted from Down in ‘The Brae’, by Hidalgo “Hard” Hidalgo, reader representative and Metro patron since 1999
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