My brother tells me the Mason-Dixon
line is where youse guys meets you all. Yup. It's also the eye
contact frontier. The further south you go, the more likely folks
will look you full on in the face as you pass. Because it's so muggy,
you're automatically exchanging intimate body fluids with everyone
within your vapor radius. Might as well smile and nod. And smile like
you mean it, not that tight angry little thing people do with their
mouths. Let me see those gums, count those molars. Give me a smile
like a Golden Retriever, or don't even bother.
Monday, April 27, 2015
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