I Wanted to Be at the Motel 6
I meant to write from the plane, but I was too drugged. There was a thin freckly blonde woman who was looking at me sympathetically from her Murphy style steward seat in business class and a younger black woman who was trying to give me crackers whenever they weren’t being told to sit; she would crouch down, no doubt a painful maneuver in her mid-calf p…
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