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The freeway's no place for you Sean.  Your cart's all full up with cans but it's up hill from here--at least until you get to Mulholland Drive.  Then again if you make it that far there's a whole world of trees and bushes to make your home.  
You see the way Honey-Alice was walking the dog the other day?  You know her?  She's got the dog with the worried face?  You should see it when it shits man.  That's worried face takes on a whole new meaning.  The big black moon eyes shiverin' in their sockets, the pink tongue dripping.  Alice is talking out loud now.  Finally got to that point.  Use to be you had to get her started before she went and gabbed but now?  Just like she's on a stage   or something--all her world's a stage.  She was walking along with the dog, the dog looking all anxious she's not gonna give 'em a chance to squat, and Alice talking in that monotone and shuffling her feet along the sidewalk like they were gondolas on the canal.  It reminded me of a guy I dated once in...in...in Reno?  Was it?  What's the city - what's the capital of Nevada?  Carson City?  Was it Carson City?  I can't remember.  Funny - I lived there two years mostly and I can't even remember.  But he was, the guy in Carson City I dated, he was a sailor, but not like in the Navy--he was a sailor of sail boats.  Pleasure cruisers--take people out on the sound or in the harbor and sail 'em around...he'd sometimes talk about the calm on the ocean and boats just barely parting the water--just gliding along.  That's Alice's feet.  Gliding along the sidewalk with the dog's nails scraping along trying to get her to slow down long enough to drop some seed.