Thursday, September 20, 2007


As I was telling Missy over at The [fill in the prefix]est thing I saw today, I witnessed something this morning that's right up her alley: an unattended boombox on top of a newspaper stand in downtown Milwaukee, cranked all the way up, and playing "Promises, Promises" by 80's greats Naked Eyes. And just below that: an empty coat on the sidewalk. God, this is a cruel world.

1 comment:

Missy said...

I was thinking about that poor disappearing person last night. We have to put a stop to spontaneous combustion. What color should the ribbons and platic bracelets be?