Here’s a job I might consider, if I could do it part time: mortuary transport driver. Two years ago or so I cajoled H. into letting me drive a hearse to Illinois, bearing someone on their next to-last earthly journey. It was an honor, really. Plus we stopped on the way back and ate fried walleye, back in the days I was eating more of that kind of stuff.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
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hmmmm, i keep thinking of that cars' song WHO'S GONNA DRIVE U HOME TONITE.
last night we saw a guy wearing a baseball hat with the words LOS ANGELES COUNTY CORONER'S OFFICE printed on the back.
r u onto something? or just "on" something?
High on life, baby.
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