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Sunday, May 5, 2024

untitled #9



by bofa xesjum



a man wearing an orange hat and a red necktie walked down the street with his old yellow dog and waited for the light to turn green.

a black police car cruised to a stop beside the man with the orange hat and red necktie and a policewoman in a blue uniform got out of it.

it’s been a long time, quigley, the policewoman said.

my name is not quigley, the man with the orange hat and red necktie replied.

it isn’t?

no, i am afraid there is some mistake.

the policewoman hesitated, and walked around to the driver’s side of the cruiser and spoke briefly to the driver, then returned to the man in the orange hat, who had waited patiently even though the light had turned green.

you are free to go, the policewoman said, i just need a brain scan and a dna sample.

not a problem, the man in the orange hat replied placidly.

the policewoman took her instrument out of her pocket and scanned the brain of the man in the orange hat and took a dna sample from his left thumb.

the whole process, from the time the black police car pulled up to the time the two samples had been taken, took less three minutes, and the people passing by had barely noticed it.

if they had noticed it, they would not have been concerned or interested as such scenes occurred every day in the great metropolis.

but the old yellow dog was starting to show signs of restlessness,

the black police cruiser drove off, but the man in the orange hat did not cross the street, even though the light had turned green again, but ducked into the nearest alley wth the old yellow dog.

he let the dog off the leash and it ran off into the sunset.

the he took off his orange hat and his red necktie and stuffed then into a trash can halfway down the alley.

he tool his wallet/compactor out of his pocket.

he took out and put on a yellow sombrero, a black mustache, a purple sash, and his mother’s old army boots, and put them all on.

now he was ready to rumble.

he would miss the dog, who had been his best friend for 10,000 years, but what could he do?

but what had to be done.



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