Erie PA: bring back my spirit of devolution

"Forget imposing on me again." Said Captain Forthcut loudly to Sam Carpal's one good ear outside the hazard zone.  "Look at my God watch - now is the time."

Again, Carpal referred back to his lack of Gods, giving the good Captain one good look at his fountain pen inscribed with the words: THE truth may surprise you.  "What a commie you are Carpal." 

And with that, what I perhaps (at times) call just another good night kiss, the two fellows bumped elbows one last time for the day and really did go opposite directions, Carpal slicing up an apple with a box cutter and shoveling the chunks into his mouth and Forthcut moving his arms robotically as if pumping up his ego in some mechanical way.

Both returned to their Erie homes awaiting a different day.  Maybe tomorrow would be without filthy tumult and anti-lyrical considerations once again blown into the filth holes and abandoned motels.  What a day, but then again, everybody knows we can't have a Mexican picnic everyday.