You’ll step in dog shit in this town,
but you’ll learn to just leave it there.
It’s all a part of fitting in. In a town where
farmers markets are totally not frowned upon— just
the type of bag you use. From farm to farm a really
nice, still red, bell pepper will only cost four bucks. No one
will tell you to watch out for the fluctuating prices on garlic.
Owning an umbrella will be your biggest commodity though.
Hippies and gypsies in this town don’t own umbrellas. It all just
pisses me off, because instead of umbrellas they have
skinny dogs who still manage to
shit on sidewalks. I guess I have Redwoods to look at
from time to time while I’m not stepping in dog shit. But
when I do step my clogs in dog shit I’m always running a few minutes late.
It just makes a whole lot more sense to scrape my foot
on an old growth tree.
-sonja lynn mata
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