Donald Duck in Stubble, as Pynchon asked-"What else does Daisy make Donald do?"
I cruise on
my bike, the one that was stolen in my college years. I pass a liquor store.I see that Florida has
finally been access to sell New Belgium Beer's Fat Tire (one of the best beers
ever).My
lips slabber. Inside
the store, a cardboardElvirain a witch’s custom hangs on the wall. She
sells Coors Light, it must be October. I grab the Fat Tire from the assortment
of Micro-Brews; but when I get outside, I can't find my bike. I walk the five miles home.
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