THE ZOO
September 11th 2010 15:32
“Why are people so much like... so much like people?”
I shrugged. I was with the receptionist at the zoo, just walking around, watching all the strange animals. I hadn’t properly spoken to her in three weeks.
“Want a photo with a snake?” She smiled.
“Sure, why the hell not?”
After the photo with the snake and everything else we found a place in the world outside where it was still legal and okay to smoke cigarettes in and drink wine in and drink coffee in, all at the same time. The receptionist is a soft spoken girl with wild eyes and she’d always ask questions and tell you things in ways you wouldn't normally expect. “So tell me about this,” she said.
“Tell you about what?”
She looked all over. “About this. About everything around you and everything you surround yourself in.”
“Your mother must’ve been a hippie.”
And everything around her was smoke.
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