Where's My Poutine?
Seen and heard about town today…
- I run my world
- I’m nobody. Who are YOU?
- The future is FEMALE
A young woman who might have passed for a Hemingway grand-daughter, sitting at a sidewalk cafe. She drums the table and hollers “Where’s my poutine? Where’s MAH POOOTEEEEEN?”
A fellow about my age dove on a cigarette butt the way a seagull might dive on a french fry. He snatched it up, inspected it carefully, grumbled, and tossed it aside.
Overheard: “Euclid. Isn’t he the guy that said shit is flat and everything?”
On the sidewalk in front of the YMCA, this fabulous dabbing rainbow unicorn.