Thursday, December 3, 2015

With Friends Like These


Horses with short noses and cards that were good but never quite good enough. It's just after midnight  and there's a magnificent soundtrack going here- a hoot owl and a train whistle; cats fighting and gunshots. It's all topped with the whir of a police helicopter.

Well, sir, here's to the hurt, the scared, the lonely. They don't give awards for love. Love is the award.



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