Friday, June 25, 2010


i called the police tonight... on my own dance party.

okay, this didn't actually happen.
it almost did.
it did in my head.
i played it over and over,
rehearsing the words i would say.
"i'm trying to sleep, officer, but there's
quite the ruckus coming from up the street"
"what's that? i can hardly hear you"
"no need for a citation,
perhaps just ask them to quiet down a bit"

the party died just in time.
time for sleep.

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