Now introducing….
What?
Newscaster fled the scene before finishing the sentence,
had every reason to fear the worst
Crickets in the studio and
alligator paws on the fences, doing a Kilroy, looking out at all the meat like Crocodile Dundee—or Moses—in Los Angeles. I can’t tell my Mick from Moses. Or do I mean Noah?
No matter. The alligator spotted me and now I’m not worried about los analogies anymore. Now I feel like fleeing the scene. It’s a bughouse and I’m the bug, with or without my wallet.
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