Lost thougts in St. Louis
"Or else you could tape five joints to my dick"
"What!!"
Hans swiveled in his chair, a big grin on his face.
"Yeah, you know what I mean. All these corporations and guatemalan tortilla chip makers. They're all over there on some government bond, working with columbia decaf coffee, carting around a mule and speaking spanish."
"Well, I believe you've gone completely off the point here Hans... I thought we were talking about old memories in old Missouri. Crossing giant metal monolith steel treads over into ol miss. And seeing that red beacon in the arch...You were talking about flying in an airplane over the arch. Said you could see the thing from the sky, like you can see the great wall of China from som hubble out in the atmosphere."
"Yeah, well...I was."
He took a drag from the cigarette and played with a stick in the fire. Ashes kicked up and sparks flew across Hans' face.
"Yeah. But soon people will be talking about another great wall....you know."
He rose from his chair and circled the fire to the steps.
"The great wall of tacos...burritos, queso, sombrero. Soon you'll see the fine black line we've erected between us and the old west...you know, when it was the real frontier. That big line that cuts off Mexico at the neck. That great, big, boarder."
He pitched his cigarette into the fire.
"What!!"
Hans swiveled in his chair, a big grin on his face.
"Yeah, you know what I mean. All these corporations and guatemalan tortilla chip makers. They're all over there on some government bond, working with columbia decaf coffee, carting around a mule and speaking spanish."
"Well, I believe you've gone completely off the point here Hans... I thought we were talking about old memories in old Missouri. Crossing giant metal monolith steel treads over into ol miss. And seeing that red beacon in the arch...You were talking about flying in an airplane over the arch. Said you could see the thing from the sky, like you can see the great wall of China from som hubble out in the atmosphere."
"Yeah, well...I was."
He took a drag from the cigarette and played with a stick in the fire. Ashes kicked up and sparks flew across Hans' face.
"Yeah. But soon people will be talking about another great wall....you know."
He rose from his chair and circled the fire to the steps.
"The great wall of tacos...burritos, queso, sombrero. Soon you'll see the fine black line we've erected between us and the old west...you know, when it was the real frontier. That big line that cuts off Mexico at the neck. That great, big, boarder."
He pitched his cigarette into the fire.