A light appeared over the horizon as we pointed to the sky. Spot the ghost light was one of the extra curricular activities to do since Julie caught the condo fever. In her own mind, she was able to save part of the original wooden beams from tacky white yuppie kitchen sets and a bedroom that looked more like one of those platforms you would see in a monkey cage. We often entertained the idea if we supplied her uncle enough brew and attached a pole , he would head there dangle his head from the top and scratch his ass with a leaf. I wondered if it had less to do with saving the integrity of the old place then whoring ourselves out to whats going to happen any ways. 100 year old buildings are giving way to parking lots, condo conversions and more stores to add to the Wal Mart cult... history to give out to the cookie cutter generic qualities of suburbiaville... Shes got a small piece anyway I thought. I pointed to the sky again and yelled out. I spot another one. She shouted out they must be looking for the next victim to put on their porn mag "anal probe weekly"... We pointed out the people below us, but there was no response... It was just us drunk knights surviving on the last bit of brick in the neighborhood, and we kinda liked it that way
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