Get out with Scotty (No. 1)
We are on our way to the Fresh & Go for a get out, a strawberry soda pop and cigarettes for Scotty, when he stops walking and snaps his shiny bald head around like the red-tails I see on my evening river walks, one that’s just sensed a rabbit in the wildgrass.
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We are on our way to the Fresh & Go for a get out, a strawberry soda pop and cigarettes for Scotty, when he stops walking and snaps his shiny bald head around like the red-tails I see on my evening river walks, one that’s just sensed a rabbit in the wildgrass. We are close to the Fresh & Go, I can hear the ads on the gas pump televisions far better than the echoes of the Aldridge Street dumpsters. My apartment overlooks one of the things, but Scotty is the one who’s always in and out of it, and he’s the one who makes some money that way, who looks back toward F Building and says, “Hey, we should hang out on your deck instead.” □